the room maintains life.

yet the room continues to maintain life.
even though it looks and feels vacant inside.
all the windows are cracked and broken,
serving as visual representations of what we would rather not remember.
never shall we part.
mounds of fur and regurgitated food sit silently on the windowsill.
yet the room continues to maintain life.
it's what has been swept under the rug that pollutes the void now.
laying slightly dormant under the skin,
itching just enough for attention.
never shall we part.
now there's a lifetime that echos inside my mind.
the room wasn't always this color,
and the life that is maintained, isn't from us.
the blackest of hills forever loom within that distance.
always are we apart.
time regulated and money calculated.
the emptiness seems so deliberate,
as the abandonment is so apparent.
bound to me for an eternity,
i've tried this room on before.
slipping out of it like dresses that i don't ever wear.