Feral Time
I see it,
My life on the walls.
These years I’ve lived,
Aging in the same house.
The years flaking away,
Like all this chipping paint.
Powder Pink,
Fading to 20’s blue.
How I see it,
By the water damaged door.
In this house,
Life times,
In layers,
Found in freckled lacquer.
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Author: brookemyersauthor
I am a young author from Southern Indiana. I write mystery novels. My first book, The Devil's Retreat, was published by Southern Owl Publications in November of 2017. I love all things monsters, nature, and mountains. My second book, Blood in the Hills is coming out soon.
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