Off a crowded highway,
on a busy street,
the world doesn’t remember.
That this place
was once inhabited.
In the coming years,
It won’t matter
who called this home.
No one will consider
that the memories still linger
or that they might
still cling to the sun
during every day
that it peers through the curtains.
Out of the dimness and decay
springs a glimmer of light:
A whisper in the silence,
a reminder of what once was.
Through the peeling ceiling
and the moth eaten draperies,
this glimmer of hope emerges
from undisturbed dust piles.
Soft and small, she writhes within her surroundings,
with no one to dance with
but the shadows on the wall.
In this cacophonous rhapsody of silence
Loneliness abounds.
By: Echo Manika
www.voxefx.com
www.facebook.com/voxefxphotography
Model/MuaH/Styling:
Echo Manika
www.echomanika.com
www.facebook.com/emanika — with Echo Manika and Vox Efx at Voxefx Photography.
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