From the minute I stepped on the first step of the stairway I knew it would be a jail for another
nine months, The wooden floor, which was half peeled like an orange, smelled
sour. The bathroom was covered with a golden layer of dirt. I dared
not look at the basin whose shape had originally been
a beautiful shell and was now a decayed one.
I explored into the attic ...
My limbs were caught in the melted spider nets
distributed in the air ... unclean.
Six houses in two years.
I have forgotten the
definition
of
h
o M
e
nine months, The wooden floor, which was half peeled like an orange, smelled
sour. The bathroom was covered with a golden layer of dirt. I dared
not look at the basin whose shape had originally been
a beautiful shell and was now a decayed one.
I explored into the attic ...
My limbs were caught in the melted spider nets
distributed in the air ... unclean.
Six houses in two years.
I have forgotten the
definition
of
h
o M
e
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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tori-gurl
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