The weeds filled the junk yard
And she held one in her hand
She looked at the unknown underneath the pile of garbage
Twisted together with dozens of weeds
She pulled at the weed hoping for it to spring from the ground
But it wrapped its coils around the girl
And took her with it
She cried out but weeds came
And their slithery skeletons of beauty of flowers
Hushed her
She became a weed next
Something she never thought she would be
Slithery
Old
Ugly
Lounging
Labeling
Expressionless
Sad
Stereotyped
She was all of these things
She was soulless
YOU ARE READING
Miscellaneous Stories from a Miscellaneous girl
PoetryA collection of writing that has gathered up in my closet for a couple of years, a gathering of old and new, of bad and good, of ugly and beautiful, of sad and happy, of writing. There might even be a part two.
