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The Great Mall Extinction

A poem about the tragedy of malls going under.

By Madison NewtonPublished 6 months ago 1 min read
Photo by Seph Lawless.

The smell of soft pretzels lingers in my nose,

it was always Auntie Anne's I chose.

Now the skylights and pillars

give me nothing but shivers

as I dread when a "mall" is a term no one knows.

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About the Creator

Madison Newton

I'm a recent graduate of Stony Brook University with a degree in Environmental Humanities and Filmmaking. I love writing and storytelling, and I love sharing my work so I can continue to improve my written voice.

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  • Lamar Wiggins6 months ago

    Ugh! so true. I haven't been to a mall in at least two years.

  • Kendall Defoe 6 months ago

    We have a near-dead mall nearby and you really did capture how I feel about passing by it and recalling old memories.

  • Roy Stevens6 months ago

    For some reason I just thought of "The Last of Us" Season 1 Episode 7. Maybe it was the image which looks a lot like the one in the game. Good job Madison.

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