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I stayed in this house,
Where wilted leaves blanket the lawn.
Dust particles dance around the purified air
like the fantasy fairies I imagined when I was young.
The sun rays came from the small kitchen window,
illuminating the metal trash can
filled with rotten foods and faith.
I look up,
breathing the polluted air in and out my flaring nostrils.
I know I cannot stay here.
Its not good for a growing body like mine, I say,
as I lay on the cluttered linoleum floor,
while maggots crawl up my body
and down my spine.
Copyright © Nichole Wright | Year Posted 2025
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