to run down
to loiter in
it's where you hear things
you really shouldn't
it's where accidents happen
a place of ghosts
madness
the locked out
the servant
the child
where you poke your head out into
a dreamscape of many doors
where you linger
where you are told to wait
Very evocative
ReplyDeletea labyrinth of sorrow — beautiful, Sarah.
ReplyDeleteI love these inner scapes - a natural, you're at home in gothic :)
ReplyDeleteI like this kind of childhood memory where everything seems inexplicable
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