stairs

the building felt cold
the last resident
would now be old
the roof was falling in
the walls crumbling
her eyes stared
unseeing
the linoulem was chipped and worn
the paint peeling
the color of her skin
pale
potruding from the boards
nails
the stairs gave out
crashed to the floor below
a live time ago
her breath had left
her flesh grown cold
her heart beat stopped
the windows were so cracked
so caked
the view was abstract
she looked so peacefull
from the back
from the front
you could see
the terror
that she bleeds
you can imagine her cries
and her pleas
echoing from these walls
vibrating down the halls