Attic

These places seem so familiar,
dangling feet and imposing graffiti,
storied furniture and dead windows.

Life is happening on the outside.
Inhaling dust that treads softly.

So needless to say,
everything gets better,
it's swallowing that gets tougher.

Ghosts clinging to spirits,
zombies that wander and wonder,
all above the life outside,
swaying as heat will allow.

It may be impossible to decipher now,
but everything gets better.