The Great Mall Extinction
A poem about the tragedy of malls going under.
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.
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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Comments (3)
Ugh! so true. I haven't been to a mall in at least two years.
We have a near-dead mall nearby and you really did capture how I feel about passing by it and recalling old memories.
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.