The Attic

Freezing...
               ...Breathing
Looking out the window,
heart shoved between..
 ...The window sill.
                                                                                           Kneading...
                ...Seething...
Walking on a broken street,
heart scraping on..
 ...The pavement.

Now your feet touch the floor,
filthy carpet, dust in the air.

And the heart is chaffed between
your thighs...
               
...and the dust is getting higher... and higher.

And it doesn't stop raining...raining the dust!
And the heart starts beating...beating in rust!
And your heart is in the attic...



Clinging to the rust...

&
Feeding on the dust...