Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Fictional poem by myself

My Picture Wall

My picture wall, above my bed, where I can see all my friends. I can see my dog Cali, her tongue sticking out, it was a hot day, even if it was autumn. I can see myself standing under a tree, the same tree where Angel broke her arm, she tried to jump off her horse into the tree, but she fell down. I can see the woman who owned the hotel in St. Paul. The same hotel where I found a knife under the mattress.

2 comments:

  1. I love that poem Eliza! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 < 3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

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