This, my derelict
Crumpled mess
Concrete cancer
Memory steeped.
My glistening youth
Hecticly spent
Dog-eared teen novels
Sticky taped punk
Singer's
Dials faded
A girl's room
Watch closely as I
Emerge from the walls
Can you smell me?
Taste my presence
Alighting on your tongue?
Somewhere still behind
The paint, in a crack
Along an architectural
Fault-line
Lies my dusty skin.
This place contains my DNA
Now it contains yours
Rub your hands together
Scratch your head
Lose an eyelash
And your story remains
With mine,
Entwined.
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