ivory eyes through the hallway
skull in the wall
the build up in the shower head
each tiny hole
old, everything around is old
useless and old and hollow follow down
and clog the clod the drain
night in through the window soundless
bones in the wall
cardboard thin walls bent inward
visible cracks in void
weary, rattling death
straight through my gaze in the dark
and tip-toe beyond and sink
seated somewhere close by
chalk outlines the floor
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