He was a tall man, says the size of his chewed up shoes
within the rubble of the living room;
A military man as well, says the neatly folded uniform
tucked within the master bedroom closet.
He was married to a fashionable woman, says the large closet
filled to the brim with clothes, shoes, and purses;
She was a cook, says the nice Pioneer Woman cookware
lying on the broken tile of the trashed kitchen.
They had two daughters, says the two rooms upstairs
that were both uniquely designed to their tastes;
One daughter was the athletic and competitive type, says the soccer bag and trophies
crushed by the rubble of the roof;
The other was the more artistic child, says the smashed record player, posters, and pens
scattered across the room;
The family owned many pets of both cat and dog, says the food bowls and water dishes
dotting all over the ruined house.
Something went wrong, says the house in ruins
that managed to remain standing through all the chaos and debry, moonlight shining from a large crater in the roof;
They left in a hurry, says the tire marks
from the driveway to the branch-covered street.
Something went wrong, they say.
JE LEEST
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Kort verhaalLittle writings I've done either for school or in my personal time!