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There are weeds in the garden mama
Light shines brightly as splatters of yellow, green..and hints of blue fill the ceilings.
The smell of pancakes fills the air.
Welcomed by a gleaming smile..
It’s mama.
I’ve never been outside.
Mama says it’s nothin to worry about.
But every night at 3am I hear the tingling of keys.
But I avert my eyes because,
This little red cottage is all I know of.
However my curiosity cannot be contained.
I ask mama what’s outside again.
She says it’s beautiful with angels in the air.
I ask her why then…why can’t I go outside?
(No response)
But I looked outside my window
Black and blue withered weeds were everywhere.
The sky was covered with a grey dull atmosphere.
My mother grabbed me.
WHAT DID YOU SEE!
There were weeds in the garden mama.
But what I didn’t tell her was I saw myself.
Dead.
But as I saw a glimpse
of the outside world.
I continued to avert my eyes.
There were weeds in the garden mama.
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