by Jhemar Lagata
The house is full of insidious silence.
Two clocks in the wall rushed the spinning of the time for its overnight viewing of the malignancy of the moon at midnight.
Long table with scattered kitchen utensils on its flat and silently sing a broken song of unforeseen spirits.
But those were not included as tremors for sudden betrayal.
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