This is a retelling of an oddity found in the far end of the universe.
It all began on that damp morning many years ago.
Where the unmarried mother and the twisted out of shape couple lie, thinking it will all turn out right.
Unfortunately for them, it's a one-way flight.
There's no coming back, so come back inside.
At least you have a home, well you will do for a little while longer.
It all began many years ago.
Just look at Susan, just a stones throw.
The fire inside her caught wind and packed up just as the bus journey ended.
All those many years ago.
The little girl with blue eyes was found on the corner of the road, chalk lines around her little hands.
A sad excuse of a husband up and left her as one final painting, just because she didn't get the washing in.
Mind you that was many years ago.
But, my point still stands, this place is full of strangers with less than ordinary lives.
They'll never get away, they know they'll have to give it up one day.
Maybe they'll notice soon, maybe not today, maybe not the next day after, but it has to be caught on somewhen.
Some even realised, some even realised many years ago.
They just can't handle that move, it's through, and they knew.
They knew many years ago.
- Author: A piece of luggage (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 12th, 2025 06:58
- Category: Unclassified
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