A house that is gradually falling apart.
Exposing the gory side behind the door
Wood of termites, discomposed by their own gluttony
Stress of door slamming correlate to one’s initial anxiety
The business end of coordinated deterioration
Bi folding doors on the nearby closet lead a double life
One of seclusion, another of transparent lechery
Amazing skill seeing through wood
Seeing age gracelessly take its time
This author drowning in grandiloquence
To allow sunlight to pass through the singular window, for others to view this broken house?
Sunlight takes its final peek of the calendar day
Must egress to a tent, away from unsound door
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