#WritcoPoemChallenge

Lost in time,
weaved with memories,
It was but an old house
Filled with old properties.
A wooden door and a leaky pipe
A dirt can that had been aluminium wiped.

The living room looked like it hosted some sort of murder.
Strands of hair lay on the floor like a white girl who screamed but no one heard her.
The table was dusty and had cobwebs underneath
A stale soup was spilled scattered over the table as if someone had a sneeze.

The rooms dark but cold and the bedsheets on the floor.
It looked like sth happened - maybe a family war!
Trinkets and bracelets
Bangles and anklets
Nothing was left to the dressing table
but a wipe stained with powder- she must have been wasteful!

The toilets had something drooling by the edge.
I could not talk,I could only retch.

The...