If we pulled up
all the carpets,
all the rugs,
how many secrets
would we find
swept into shadows
that never settle?
If we turned up
all the mistruths,
all the twists,
how many futures
could we save
from being
cast into creatures
that cannot comfort?
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Damien B. Donnelly 
If only. Vivid analogy. Your drawing is pretty good too.
Merci 🙏
🙂
I bet some of those secrets would burrow into the wood beneath the rug. 🙂
I like your drawing, too. It makes me think of Edward Gorey.
The rotting beneath the rug, I guess. Thanks for the Edward Gorey ref, a little more time for each one might inspire something closer. happy weekend
Happy Weekend to you, too, Damien.