Saturday, May 1, 2010

Chipped paint house

Stumbled across this restless abode When crossing the broken glass doors and windows the feeling of secrets untold rushed into my chest

First thing eyes rested on was a plastic rosary choking the stair banister

The turquoise and yellow paint teased a sense of innocence

Tainted past

1 comment:

  1. Poetry now? I like it :)- KSJ