IN A VACUUM

A shell

empty, rattling

love sucked dry

web strewn, hewn from

old growth. Memories

packed into corrugated crates,

too late to redeem dreams;

no sentiment remains,

drained of all life, rife

for the wrecking ball’s mercy.

Swift justice never fast enough.

It’s tough thinking of home.

It’s probably just best to leave

well enough alone!

 

(C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2014

 

QUICKLY IN SEPTEMBER P.A.D. – DAY 17:  HOME IN A HOLLOW

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