Poetry & Art

the fire

My house is on fire

I grabbed

a book

to read when I got out.

My house is on fire

I grabbed some

water.

The flames made me thirsty.

My house is on fire

I grabbed

the painting

my grandma made just for me.

My house was on fire

and I

forgot

my family.

now what?

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by Alex Larger

Aspiring puppy parent.

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