Attic
By alexwritings
Sat, 10 Feb 2018
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The
moonlight
leaks through the bevelled glass;
a heap of khaki suitcases
glow drably
under its silver touch
like props
on an Agatha Christie set.
Under,
mice plumb the floorboards -
their scuffle
is the soundless churning
of stricken minds.
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