Empty bottles and finished packs strewed about the floor.
Sprawled out on the cushions glued to the tube.
Dried tears and unreturned phone calls.
Curtains pulled and doors locked.
Unspoken words released with fits and tantrums.
Mail slot drowned.
Hour long statues followed by hour long solitary movements.
Curled into a ball.
Alone.
Knocks at the door followed by silence.
Birds chirping and dogs barking only infuriates.
A slight giggle, a laugh, a woman’s voice.
Peeking through the dark brown drapes.
The outside world brings anger and violence to the mind.
He waits in his apartment for a reason to live.
Come save him.
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