Delighted Stains

​I walked in, scraping sheets of fear with every step

Orbs of light, little bugs delight
I turn the corner and find blood stained photos with faces of shock and independence 
But where did they go? Running maybe, died probably, scared most likely of

The lives they once lead

Didn’t go ahead
Moving around in the night

Trying to shed any insecurity

Left 

Dignity right

Wandering into holes of black 

Moulding, there’s beauty in the decay

And I’ve run into more abandoned people than i have non vacant houses

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