A Ramshackle Shack

by mudrhetoric


Footprints led to a ramshackle shack once thought abandoned.

Its plot barren. A lit candle on the sill.

Movement inside of ghosts. Soundless and graceful.


Memories flood to the point of blur.

The door left open beckons inside. It promises answers.

All you need to do is enter.

The wind carries me away as a wisp.