a hollow sound resonates now
when i brush my knuckles on my bedroom walls.
an absent echo floods my ears
like bleach. discarded snowflakes
flutter to the ground
as i claw and scratch.
the woman behind the walls
screams in terror as I try in vain
to free her. she wails like a banshee
but my efforts are futile.
each labored breath mirrors mine,
her feminine scent rotten and faded
the room smothered in grime.
her last breath brushes my cheek
as the room remains quiet once more.


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