Where a lawn used to flourish
now grows a weed forest.
Within the forest a collection of trash,
and empty liquor bottles decorate dead grass.
My fascination lies beyond the weeds,
an old abandoned house beckons to me.
With promises of secrets and dark treasures to be found,
I jog through the jug graveyard, up the stairs I bound.
I glance through one of its broken eyes;
I see spiders and used syringes inside.
The front door of this structure is missing its knob;
The hole now filled with a half rotting corncob.
Okay, so, this place is creepy as fuck.
I love to explore but I won’t push my luck.