That Pole

by Curing the Comon Cliche   Feb 11, 2009


She was standing at the edge of the playground today
She was standing there because this was her favourite spot
She grew up and sat at this edge when she looked at Timothy
She leaned against this edge when they had their first kiss
She cried on this edge when they broke up
This edge is so unloved
Not quite to the top of the slide
Not quite at the bottom of the playground
Once a pole used to be here but not anymore because it was unsafe
She was standing at the end of the playground today
She figured that if she spent so many meaningful moments of her life here
She might as well spend her last
With one quick motion and one last thought
They found her and her blood at the bottom of the edge next morning
Good thing they removed that pole.

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  • 15 years ago

    by StandStill

    Made me think of my bench, a little. funny how some places are just built for an end.

    i like it. i love your story poems, jesse.

    5/5