- Joe Miraglia
The drip contained in these walls.
A constant inconsistent noise
within the halls.
Alone with her thoughts
left to ponder.
Eyes blink, one, two, one, two.
Breath staggered, hands shaking.
A lone tear travels down her cheek.
Sound once filled these halls.
Laughter and happiness.
Now all that remained was
Self-doubt, disquiet, and dread,
as she walked through the old home.
Planks creaked below her.
Her heart remained in her throat.
Her wandering had brought her
to her old bedroom.
As she opened the decrepit door,
She already knew what lay beyond.
Her most loyal and faithful friend
lay there, alone.
A slow drip from his neck.