the walls

bruised silence
wounded
by those words
those little helicopters
cruising around
cutting it
w/their rotors;
quietly wept,
in the corner
of the two crumbling walls
the walls of their mutual attacks.
covered w/peeling
yellowish paint
(which used to be white when they met)
black mold of their memories
& stains of bleak love.

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