[ A ghost
town is an abandoned village, town or city, usually
one which contains substantial visible remains. A town often becomes a ghost
town because the economic activity that supported it, has failed]
Walked again, into the old and arid place,
Ages
it has been since I last saw its face.
The
once concrete roads are now bleeding dust,
Blinds are drawn on the windows, their skin full of rust.
Snubbed the
gravel’s greetings under my boots,
But the
silence’s screams crawled under my hair's roots.
Familiarity
was lurking somewhere in an anonymous house of fears,
While
a sea of sad silhouettes crouched, creating an oasis with their tears.
Hush!
Velvety
darkness, softly ran its hand on the curve of my waist,
Suddenly
feeling starved, I grabbed and sucked on it for a taste.
The
windows rattled...
The
silhouettes shuddered...
The dust rose from its grave into a blizzard.
I shut my eyes, as into me, it walked
Howl!
I opened the stinging eyes of mine,
and felt a snake of coldness slither down my spine.
.
.
in front of the mirror, with a cold gaze,
I saw the old and arid face.
