I dragged my nail along the seam

I dragged my nail along the seam,

a brittle, yellowed, broken dream

of waterproof. The caulk, it gave,

like old skin from a sunken grave.

A black mold speckle, damp and sly,

beneath the peeling, just a lie

it told, that everything was sound.

A quiet rot, where peace was found.

The bathtub rim, a gaping jaw,

exposing what the house withdrew.

This thin white line, it used to seal.

Now just a crack, it made me feel

how much can fray, when left unseen.

A fragile wall, where life had been.