forgotten yellow
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The painting was yellowed with rounded edges. It was a masterpiece and it was lying in my hand. Wait, have I stolen it? I don't remember...
yellow lighters, plates and cups where all in here room when i took my eyes of the painting.
why couldn't i remember, was it the trazadone making mefog up?
Was it the the food i had earlier in the day.
shaking my head i sat down on the bed and sighed
this could only have two outcomes.
the first being that it was stolen and I had committed a crime of theft.
the second I had simple bought it or
it was a gift from my mom.
standing up I walked towards my dresser, looking into the mirror I could see her within myself.
her funeral had been hard since no one could face me and I had sense the awkward enegdrift around thank goodness I had my books and my boyfriend Ryan.
© Ann Doerwald
The painting was yellowed with rounded edges. It was a masterpiece and it was lying in my hand. Wait, have I stolen it? I don't remember...
yellow lighters, plates and cups where all in here room when i took my eyes of the painting.
why couldn't i remember, was it the trazadone making mefog up?
Was it the the food i had earlier in the day.
shaking my head i sat down on the bed and sighed
this could only have two outcomes.
the first being that it was stolen and I had committed a crime of theft.
the second I had simple bought it or
it was a gift from my mom.
standing up I walked towards my dresser, looking into the mirror I could see her within myself.
her funeral had been hard since no one could face me and I had sense the awkward enegdrift around thank goodness I had my books and my boyfriend Ryan.
© Ann Doerwald