Always
Always
Always
Always
Sideways on cement stair cases, encased by footstep echoes and cold wet mold on the backs of my molars.
It creeps to the top floor where there aren't any doors, five rooms hold old dead couches, chair cemeteries. Cob webs string through the air. Pull it open, step inside, climb to the rooftop, don't stop! All that's there are potted plants
and curved birdcages holding hotter water
and things to repare, but there's also time,
'cause it's always there.
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