Inside the Room
Door bolted
Walls held past photographs
Some photographs were in color
Some were not
Photographs of unknown people
Unfamiliar people
All photographs were in frames
Frames from different decades
The walls locked secrets
Whispered revealing stories
Escaped the dreadful past
Cried for the loathsome future
Windows closed and covered
No hint from the wind
No light from outdoors
An avocado green shag carpet
Lined the floor from wall to wall
Cherished stains of wine and caffeinated beverages
A table was in the center of the room
Rectangular with chipped curved corners
A pale mustard yellow Formica top
With chrome legs
Perfectly centered equal distant from all walls
No chairs to sit on
No couch
No La-Z-Boy
No Bean Bag chair
The ceiling had tobacco stains
Echos of screaming
Both pain and pleasure
There was a knock at the door…
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25.12.15.13.35.16@345ParkNYC