Another place

another place

She is

 obsessed with

places

she may be put to die

looking back upon her childhood

having survived

being left in a dumpster

to cry.

She has flashbacks

when driving by another place

stops and looks inside

sees a broken guitar

that could play her a lullaby

she never heard

inside those steel walls.

She loves the wild

stands under midnight trees

watches

the kitten she saved

hunt

for it’s mother

like she used to do.

Some say she is not right

but how would you see

a carton of milk

a rusty can

when you’ve seen them before

discarded

burying your screams.

2012

burn baby burn

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