Brownian Emotion

Today I discovered a snail trail slimy and slithering across the upstairs carpet.

This alerted me to the surrounding decay, ubiquitous and uninvited, a cornucopia of neglect.

Formerly verdant house plants making desperate pleas, sacrificing crisped curled leaves.

A graveyard sill of blue bottle flies laying belly up, some still stubbornly twitching feet.

Cracks tearing asunder the plastered walls while cobweb bunting gathers in mould speckled corners.

The air itself carrying a subtle malaise, imbued with the rotting truth like a coroners coat.

In this sarcophagus that was once a home,

You entombed yourself, tenaciously ignoring the buzzing telephone,

Preserved by a self medicated formaldehyde,

Choosing to wither over a life of disappointment with me.