Cataract Sunrise This is an aluminum cataract sun rising behind splintered wood, encompassed on all sides by grass gone wild. Upon breaking it open, it is simple to slip inside. The basement room still recalls thoughts of lost virginity and decaying grandparents, though it's damaged now, the memories are still vividly intact. Through the door hole, the musk of a flooded basement hangs in the air. Up the stairs and past the stabbed door are the walls that took punches, screams, and soda cans; it must be all the pitch that kept them from crumbling. Invisible spots on the floor reflect where the pills of a suicide attempt were coughed up. Up here the odor is a collaboration between seven scents of death, and life neverlasting. There are no longer laughs or tears or feelings here, they have been torn away, and replaced by vandalism. It's true what they say about houses and homes still, I'm trying to decide which one this was.
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Oh the memories that you hold! So true yet hard for me to deal with. Very nice story!
Beautiful imagery and haunting.