malady

tanginess permeates the room,
sorely squeezing the rag-bags.
suffocated.

dust of venom folds colors,
in darkness I fall.
sightless.

bituminous rubies shut melodies,
leading to the world of silency,
bled in blacknessy,
and sealed in winding thistle.

who are you?
which side are you in?

no words reply
only a cold damp wind whistling.

nowhere I land

@sumwer mid 07@
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…dedicated to the dark room, hiding secretly at the corner of the attic,
it remains dark, for good…