MEGAN CHAPMAN

Reconstructing the deconstruction.

I love crumbling old buildings with their forgotten floor tiles curled at the edges, their shapes etched into the concrete foundation, a reminder of what was. The surroundings now cracked and ruined; the space to one day be reclaimed and rebuilt. This can be a metaphor for our lives. We can be broken, pulled apart, put back together and along with the scratches of the past, in this wreckage you will find beauty.

The conversations are collapsing upon themselves
Yesterday, today, tomorrow
Like old houses
Their wallpaper now exposed
Their curtains now outside...