the dusty room where hope lay beaten, a soliloquy of one
a tarnished silver tray in the flickering candlelight of a darkened room fruit long into rot moulders under the constant buzz of flies crawling with fat maggots the wallpaper hangs in tattered strips from warped wooden boards heavy cobwebs with fattened black spiders wrapping feasts of quivering forms she sits alone mascara running in thick […]