(based off my recent heart break in feb 2024)
I slowly glide through the once brightly lit halls
The freshly dusted stands that hold what now look like ancient art from a different time.
The ticket window webbed and foggy reads from the outside "closed " . This is what was to be excepted, remember I told you that visitors come and they go, never do they stay. It's funny , I actually believed this one tourist was gonna be different ,As she ate my free snacks and freely Drank my juice of unconditional love.
It was my fault for even opening the doors, they'd been shut for 2 years and they should have stayed that way. So what if I was becoming bitter and hateful at least my
Heart was beating.
I slowly walked into the empty dark room and watch as the thumping began to slow and the blood darkens, I sit , my back against the wood stand. My tears fall as the thumping stops.
I take a breath and let a piercing scream leave my throat. The museum walls shake and then stop, I get to my feet and kiss the fractals of glass. I then leave the room, lights are off and I lock the front door, hanging the sing up once again: "Beware, here resides a broken soul who has seen and felt to much, enter at your own risk"
STAI LEGGENDO
Writings from the soul
Poesiahello my name is April and these are my original poems/ short writings. I write what's real to me, what's my reality and what is raw but also some are just burst of inspiration and I write as they come to me and will keep them organized. feel fre...
