Path of Totality (eclipse; umbra)

Clothes pile everywhere
Dehumidifier red light on- full
Rust in the bathtub from the bobby pin abandoned
The grime is growing thicker.
A rotting cabbage bouquet revealed
By a faint and persistent light
Shows nothing but neglect.
The turtle reluctantly grows and the Plecko
Lies in wait, under the rocks, in the shadows.
All the Tupperware is stained red
All the photos have been bent
There are grease marks on the walls
There are fragments of bicycles everywhere
There is no breeze
There are no windows
The hearts begin to mold over, indistinct and heavy
This is all they have, a hole in the earth-
A cave in the dark that slowly consumes.