Poem: The Old House of Hope
Another #firewords280 prompt on Bluesky. The words are "maniacal" and "laughter". This is the longer version of the poetry piece I posted there.
The sound
of maniacal laughter
echoes from
the old
Victorian sanitarium
the rooms
are empty
but heavy footsteps
drag down the halls
singsong crooning
just out of hearing range
the foundation
is crumbling
the rats made their homes
generational
their neighbors
the bats in the rafters
chains and restraints
on the bed frames
they're for safety, you see
this hurts me far worse
than it does you
a wretched life
away from the sun
the windows boarded up
against the cold
how many lost souls
wander the corridors
How many dark secrets
hide in the corners?
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