Serrated pages

Locked behind dark storage shed doors

the smell of old rat urine

in gnawed paper shavings

swarming with silverfish

memory's graveyard of holes,

past emotions now bleached

in faded yellowing photos

cobwebs,

dust, roaches

and droppings

all that's left

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

the last line was very poignant. all things erode and turn to mold. we fight to keep those things alive, but it never works. going through this attic space is a reminder that things that shimmer will evnetually die. and that's all that's left. memories of happier times.

[Soren]

So right on and even memories die. Thanks Ern for the read and interpretation as well as kind comments