Under Construction

Her body is a home under construction, empty walls, dry pools and plastic covering the carpets.

The cold had never been so comforting, humming quiet tunes and lullabies. But the air is clouded, as though the walls were crying, too.

Her heart was the heat, slowly dying and losing power.

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