my home is haunted
empty cups litter the bathroom sink
fake laughter fills the house
no one lives here
a thin layer of dust encompasses every item
cords without any use lay scattered about
people just exist inside this place
no purpose
the junk drawer has invaded entire rooms
nothing and everything is out of place
so not a thing belongs
we wear masks now
to hide our dread and disgust
no longer do we speak to one another
for we cannot stand each others voices
everything here reminds us of our own shortcomings
notes from the past that no longer have meaning litter desk space
clocks disagree with each other and refuse to budge
we are all fuck ups reflecting each others fuck ups
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