The door opens slowly,
a long creak quietly escaping
into the darkness. One step inside
reveals a room with tinted windows,
windows meant to hide the interior
from any and all inquisitive eyes.
The light from the hallway
dies after two steps, leaving the mind
to ponder the bare walls and
sparse furnishings contained within.
Silence stood where music resided,
touching all corners of a room
with tinted windows, a tainted space
where humanity used to live.
Even the steady rhythms of
the heart have faded from memory,
leaving existence to linger
with its last dying breaths,
looking into a soul with tinted windows.
Brett Mattison
uponthewingsofnight 