Alyssia

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The floor is littered with forgotten belongings. Their presence almost as displaced as their abandonment. A thin layer of paint blankets this chilling cavity. The brush strokes reveal each valley and hill of the plaster - ajacent lines are the bristle's evidence and revenge. I lie upon synthetic ice, in reality, an obvious substitution. Nothing more than manufactured tile...vaguely glistening beneath the thin gloss and overhead lights. Like crystallite. Cruelty takes form in contamination. Upon the ceiling, the peppered cardboards stand quietly unnoticed, oblivious of the stain. The cream bordered icing holds no justice when defaced. Coats are forcibly placed against another.....