Blackened windows, rectangle
cavities, naked, screaming
like open mouths
of beings strangled,
they gape where café curtains
used to dangle
concealing the creatures inside
from us
and us
from them.
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So few words and yet you've evoked so much. Really, really good stuff. Hugs Anna xxx