Debris
By Sarah Lacy
Debris A dreary darkness lures from dimly lit street lamps; hiding burdens that deprive the air of its transparency, parting with each footstep of a mother, hugging a simple existence to her anguished body. Aluminum money trails from a tattered sack; yesterday's dinner lies preserved in the thoughts of a starving soul- our waste. Flames pour from the contaminated depths, warming a child cradled in a bed of cardboard. Cries echo above the sound of drivers by. ~Sarah Lacy~ Written March 1st, 2001 © on Jun 02 2001 04:37 AM PST 0 • 10
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