Rat holes and bugs infested her room.
Covering the holes never fixed them;
Extermination didn't hinder the population.
While the world explored other domains,
she would pace her own
spending endless hours in contemplation.
The visiters would leave cutter
that only added to her own
that she could never completely clean.
Poloroid pictures
and momentoes
that were always scattered on the carpet and the walls,
were spontaeously gathered,
thrown into the garbage,
along with the messes that flowed out into the hall.
With nothing remaining
and nothing to offer,
she let him walk into her broken, empty room.

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