A dead and dying mall

There's something eerily pleasing

about a dying mall,

wheezing away

it's death rattle in

the throes of death.


The tiny pockets of dead air, light

and activity, all inviting indoor

outdoor fixtures.


The kiosk workers still smile.

They've succumbed to the stillness

of life and drink heavily from the

skull of apathy.


The worms that

churn their innards

and burrow dark,

bring forth the

most honorable



-Ray Strickland

12/03/19   4:19 PM

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