Damaged Goods

It's about forgetting that one problem that keeps knawing at you until you crack and it surfaces again.

Who knows.   Damaged goods in her cart a dented can a dented heart ruptured boxes spilling with dreams spilling with hate and spilling with screams a wobbly wheel a rusty frame no one but her feels the shame in the back of the pantry the damaged goods go she keeps them there so no one will know all the best to the front all the worst in the back stuck back there knowing just what they lack what could she feel? what could she do? she couldn't throw them away she couldn't bid them ado so there they sat forever to stay in the back of her heart they remain there this day.

Reviews

[Brette Medb]

The flow was perfect! It had great pace and I loved the metaphor. Really great write, I could picture the melancholy and the lonely woman pushing all the bad things to the back of the "pantry." Nice work,


Brette