Times New Roman Poem by Abby Wesson
Times New Roman
Glass bottle breaking
On time travel lot
With a screaming little girl
And her mom who got shot
Smoke still standing
Whipping in the chest
To a 911 phone call
The fever got her best
Chilling to the bone
A tale short and sweet
Of a tiny little life form
And a quest she couldn’t beat
Clanking wind chimes
In her forgotten home
With the same little girl
Never ever grown
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