GRANDMA'S HOUSE

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Submitted Date 01/31/2020
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Powerless

I forged through

the shame

that swallowed me whole

that rendered me insignificant

that permeated through the stale air

so thick

I felt like I couldn't breathe

The walls

Nicotine-stained

Like her

Carcinogenic

Yellowed from years spent in a cloud of self-loathing and disempowerment

The floors

rickety

from the pacing of trying to figure out where the next drink was going to come from

All memories of her

tainted

with the old familiar smell

of vodka, tonic water and lime.

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