United States

Eighth grader
Artist and singer
I'm tired

Message to Readers

What image flashed through your brain while reading this poem? How did you feel?

Grandpa's Basement

October 19, 2020


The basement stairs scream in pain under tiny bare feet.
Hands slam the wall as a greeting.
All you hear is,
thud as feet land on wooden planks.
Two extra children 
joined my twin and myself,
lavender from their mother lingered off freshly pressed clothes,
funeral clothes.
We watch our cousins
like foreigners lost in another country.
The closet door cracks like thunder rolling through the night.
My hands tingle
rope pressed deep into the skin,
a container of half a century toys
perfect for newcomers. 
GI Joe
for Mabel and I,
tiny soldiers,


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1 Comment
  • Busssy.Beee

    Wow, the first line itself is already really good. Nice word choice here!!

    6 months ago