The walls have crumbled
me and the roof collapsed on him
separating limbs from the torso
shattering bones
smashing his skull
this house kills
with a disarmingly slow.
E 'heartbreaking how it feels
powerless before a
hourglass.
But time has won again
and keep running with its circular motion
family stirring events now worn.
He killed them
and through them kill me too.
now remains only a victim,
almost invisible
too small to arouse pity.
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