The light is out. Beyond the fuses clutching jagged ends of the missing tube, stars wink from the skylight. Steam rises from your breath when only a moment ago you were warm. You are standing in the dark watching a disturbing showcase of smiles on the surface of the door, behind which, promises and false secrets are muttered. Terse grins bear stained teeth in amused scorn.
Keyholes stretch like provocative lips.
The stairs disappear in intensifying degrees of blackness. Beyond the walls, traffic is muted and distant. Then the unspoken answer draws you closer to the door. Abstract hands whirl around measuring the pointlessness of time. Irrelevancy blooms gold and fragile under an ethereal summer storm.