catching dust

broken windows and shattered

glass: a crime scene deserted

until the red occupancy signal

clicked vacant. empty ever since, board up with

flimsy panels

i had to make do

because i was afraid of moving

because i deleted the weather app predicting the hurricane

because i hoped the rain would pass

and now,

now even sweeping up the glass shards is too overwhelming.

i may have survived you, but my walls remain bound.

my splintered pieces remain scattered on the floor.

the hollow rooms remain quiet.