the relic on the hill

the hotel

on the hill had it's day.

had its years in the 1920s,

but had

fallen

in disrepair.

the bones were good, but

the paint

was peeling,

the pipes groaned,

it smelled

of rot and mold,

the elevator was

broken.

but we stayed anyway

because it had

a glorious view

of the ocean.

we ignored the mushrooms

growing in our

room

and brought our own

sheets and pillows.