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a sad poem about human evolution.
the window is painted shut. no reflections dare taste its glass.
the building is made of sour candy. its walls are rotten.
the oven inside it is hungry for strays. the villains bait their traps.
the wolves outside dare not breathe. for fear that the pigs inside might escape.
the door is heavy. the lock is rusted.
the rooms inside are all empty.
the story is older than all of us. it never changes.
we are lost.
not because we don't know where we are.
but because we don't remember where we've been.
Filed under: November 2024 Sad Poems
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