There's muddy silhouettes on shoes,
lying in solitude,
by the worn brown door.
In the corner,
lamp lights flicker in patterns
—S.O.S.?
Waste bins burst at the seams
bringing
torrents of rotten food and debris.
Crumbs form
constellations
on the floor.
Plates erect pyramid shapes
overtaking
the basin of the sink.
Roaches invade new frontiers,
conquistadors
crawling across mountains of
sweat stained shirts.
Life
in
space.
