A dark hallway
Candles drip from the sconces
Overflowing in pools of wax below
Giant pools of wax threaten the hallway runner

Threads like escapees abandon their life
Frays run for the walls
Floor boards hidden for generations hunt for freedom
Nails who’s lives are well spent give way

A body sprawls
One not dead but gone
A mind active but lost
A face, meeting frays, nails and boards
An eye, open while the other is closed
The frays are blurry
The boards are between
A nail, clear in focus

Its life is clear
Once with purpose
Now different
It has grown
Up, physically

And out, in beauty


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