My heart once was open
a drafty emptied room
Sun aslant
on faded walls
venetian blinds
parted and stuck
bent by peering eyes
I’d look out
over beachfront
abandoned
atop the dune
beyond the reach
of riptide
Swirls of mist
amass and conspire
to engulf me
There at the edge
of a rising sea
out on a ledge
staring down
Β© Chagall, 2013/2018
Love the atmosphere in this one… π
Thank you for that good read. That was primarily the aim. π —–Chagall