all the pretty memories, perhaps, maybe, would stay alive

behind your wrinkled curtains lies the black

i sit peeling a boiled egg staring into your truth

i can see right through your tattered fabric

“Some people think the old house is cursed.”

Catarina Carvalho

Wrinkled Curtains

it would make sense if you were dead

but you're not

all the pretty memories, perhaps, maybe, would stay alive

but they don't



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