by Violet Raven   Nov 3, 2020

An empty husk
wonders around
a broken house
numb to anything
that creaks.

Glass graces the
atmosphere where
a brown couch used
to rest skeletal frames.

Blue walls hide secrets
of chewing tobacco, smells
of pot and video games
that masquerade sadness.

The kitchen rots of meat
spoiled to the heart of its
core stuck with a butchers
knife that shimmers red.

i paint crimson pictures
to keep myself from going
insane inside this empty
husk of a new home.

*Violet Raven 10/17/2020


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  • 2 weeks ago

    by Shruti

    A very vivid picture with raw emotions you have painted and my mind loves it. Congratulations on the win!

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