Spider Webs MAG

By Stella M., Bowie, MD

I remember looking at the black rusted railing
From inside the window, sitting at the spider web-covered table
I remember thinking that I was able
To relive the days of the past without crying
I remember staring across the dew-swept lawns over the sunflower beds
Finally noticing that the flowers were dead
I remember opening the white door with the bell hanging from it
And slowly walking down the spiraling stairs
I remember taking in every breath slowly, as if they were rare
I walked on the cemented sidewalk, past the pool and jacuzzi
I remember the cold December air
Brushing my face as I finally reached that place with her dead shells

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