poetry by j matthew waters

abandoned property

bones tossed in a pot
dissolving into a swirling mess
left unattended and simmering
until the fire burns out

what once were aromas
are now stagnant smells
like stale gas escaping
brick laid chambers

behind dusty hallways
bite-sized carpenters retool
gnawing like lost ghosts
trapped in their own past

down below true life stories
may one day be found
perhaps by bloodhounds
on a futile mission from hell

december two thousand fifteen
copyright j matthew waters
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6 thoughts on “abandoned property

  1. My mortality feels very temporary after reading that 🙂

  2. denise0904 on said:

    yesterday’s yuck, one cannot get rid of that smell. Wonderful words, you always make me think.

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