VISUAL PROMPT
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Write a story or poem inspired by this abandoned place.
barren
Sand spills in through the windows and doorways,
counting the years and the scars.
Each month, a wind blows,
sweeping the dust and peeling the paint
from the walls; gutting the room.
Pain lingers, it dulls.
A wasteland,
a waste of sand.
Oh, flip the hourglass, would you?
Bring back the time.
Time only takes and I have little left
to give.
In a desert alone this room stands,
uninhabited and longing.
A helpless landlord, a poor piece of
real estate;
might as well have it condemned.
Tick tock.
The moon phases,
phasing in, phasing out,
full and unseen,
an unkindness;
a form of torture.
The walls crumble when it wanes,
a cruel cycle.
Barren she becomes.