Old Dusty DressesA Poem by Sarah J DhueA poem I wrote in my poetry class today, I really liked it.My drink is getting warm Sickly green and reminiscent of
peat moss Made from spinach, cucumber, and
celery Nasty s**t kids
hate My mind is filled
with images of zebra-striped
pastries and vanilla ice
cream I inhale deeply but sputter and
gasp as the dusty air
invades my lungs It is hard to find footing in the
shoe-littered floor of the walk-in
closet But the old dusty
dresses bring back memories Take me back to a
time when I wasn’t
drinking green ‘swamp water’ and indulged in any
pastry I wanted: zebra-striped or
otherwise Cool evening air on
my bare legs Holding hands with
him followed by the
offended expression on my brother’s
face when he saw my man sporting
spiked purple hair My cat, asleep on a
crate, snores loudly and brings me back to
reality Jesus, a few of
these still have price
tags on them Never worn Where does the time
go? © 2016 Sarah J DhueAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorSarah J DhueIn the author's lair, ILAboutI am Sarah J Dhue. I am an author, as well as a photographer & graphic designer, currently going to school for web design. I've been writing since I was in elementary school. I live in Illinois. My f.. more..Writing
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