Past Haven ...

Stepping into the furnished room, the room reeked with effervescence left behind by lilies, roses and blooming orchids once adorned the walls and side-stand. 
The fish net supported by four corner pikes of the wooden bed, strung lifeless explaining proudly the secure haven it once had been.
Demure pillows had disowned its character, accepting shamelessly the gift of rot and bugs. Plucked feathers of dove and hen had submitted themselves in favor of death.
The Oaken floor where once toiled the happy woman with her man, forsook the rich almond color and bartered the hellish red of blood and dusty yellow of sand.
The room reeked of havoc, despair, a cheery haven once was.

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