Overdue
A poem about damage that started small
By Michelle Liew Tsui-LinPublished 9 months ago • 1 min read
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The little things can sometimes grow too large.
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The sinkhole.
Minor.
A tiny flaw.
The road still held.
Everyone could walk.
The ground knew to dress in proper asphalt grey.
But each day it changed —
That grey dress grew wider.
And wider.
Then it started to disappear.
Collapsing into a hole of nothing.
Not abrupt.
Just overdue.
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Original poembyMichelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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