Floorboards creak as last weeks smoke releases my lungs from it's suffocating grip. New smoke is inhaled. Blistered feet from the hot summer asphalt carry me through and empty carcass of walls and carpet. Of blood and skin. I lose stance, staircase collapses. The timbers rotting it's being eaten. I am rotting, I am being eaten. I have never felt so sick. One hundred thousand roaches are making love in my head I have never felt so empty. The dust clouds are painfully familiar. I have never felt so empty. I have always felt this empty, I just never noticed it before. Nothingness. Hollow. Broken. Swallowed.