The rodeo tore through town.
The carnival packed up and left.
I thought we’d be better by August.
I should’ve been more honest.
–S.
Tag: abandoned
Little Fighter.
If I was destroyed, but still standing
crying, but still laughing
abandoned, but somehow found left for what seemed like dead
turned upright, did that mean I was strong after all?
–S.
Abandoned.
You leave, I am an abandoned house.
With splintered wood, and a floor that is caving in.
You leave, I am a dusty attic.
Filled with faded photographs and untouched cardboard boxes.
You leave, I am a car that doesn’t drive.
With rusting metal and flat tires.
You leave, but I am still here.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 