CRAZED

Amid the wild brush, a façade of dying wisteria exposes her despair. Abandoned, no longer trusted, her covering is forsaken. Hauntings parade her splintering halls. Scorched by the sweltering sun, her shell is falling. Rusted by rains, her crimsoned crown is failing; She weeps on the inside.    Glazed in murk, the portals of her soul…