Childhood, Fragments

Rooms-full-of-old-toys-and-decay-at-abandoned-manor-house

My first memory

was my dog dragging a dead rat into my bedroom.

Mom walked in

I played with my limp toy.

Its polished eye watched,

she scolded the pup.

Showered, I sat on dusty carpet and listened;

the owl clock above the sink.

Her cracked hands washed green dishes

while the metal walls of our trailer

trickled into my veins drop after

drop,

after drop.

 

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