My brain is cluttered.
Stories I’ll never finish.
Full of half formed...
what was I saying?
I am a mental garage sale.
Childhood trauma? 50 cents.
Struggles with sense of self? One dollar.
Worries lined up like old shoes? Take them, they’re yours.
Cue cards
from my brain-to-mouth teleprompter
litter the floor.
They say,
“What?”
“Huh?”
“One more time?”
“I was thinking about something else.”
"Wait I didn't hear you."
"Oh, I get it now"
"Sorry, my head was somewhere else"
Somewhere a broken music box
is playing two lines of a song
over and over.
“Planet Earth is blue
and there’s nothing I can do”
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About the Creator
Hannah Lorrelle
I am a writer who is still trying to find her way in this great wide world. I strive to write stories that touch people's lives in some small way.
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