Filled with nails, high bathroom stalls, walk-ins with talking bashing, eating callers, speakers of laughter melting into puddles of snaking filthy mass. Closet shelf holes of plastic video cassettes spelling out train on the side walk in the sun for one. Baked roof patterns listing objects or feeling for overcapture, exposure rains cascade to bottom trenches deep cut through forest yards and inches from styrofoam doors and plexi-window units slathered with ball cream and sustaining hair wax, covered in crinkled cupcake foil tops and bottoms milking out the sun chemicals without the light, re-gifting big lipped aisles to shrude plant caps on the interior once furniture pieced potted sitting or destroyed wood, and structure.

Walled cracked inward, blistering, trapped, gorgeous. Peeling putrid papers to rips and tears, spreading open sores into rooms with bare castles of disgust. Driving cans shoved deep in mattress filling stained with semen blood drenched mornings, cast in mold and breakfast paste, seeped in thick stench hammering at showered skulls, pieces of vein, tissue and follicles of bare skin bathed in white paint glued to narrow feelings and soft shattered drawers.