The rooms stand empty
A hollowness reverberates from the stark walls

Marred and dirty paint
A subtle sheen of dust veils the old floorboards

The air itself feels stagnant
It, too, has been left behind

A lone blind hangs crookedly in a window
Mechanism broken, slats bent and distorted

Trailed bits of laughter float in through the gaps in the old panes
Bittersweet sound, the mirth of others

They remain out of sight, invisible from inside
No use shouting, my voice is lost to the wind

Would they turn if they could hear me,
Alone here in this abandoned place?

© 2022 Kelly Bowen Arts / Invisible Girl Media