Seven Stories Tall
An old building.
Seven stories tall.
A single room on a floor.
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On the first - a widower,
on the couch - alone.
His wife died in a car crash.
He was the one who drove.
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The second - 40 year old man.
He's behind on rent.
Got fired for no reason.
Wasn't paid a cent.
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The third is a young lady.
Pregnant with no man.
On her coffee table is a packet
and a pill inside her hand.
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Fourth is a grandmother.
Her husband's got dementia.
She hasn't heard from her kids in years.
They never come to see her
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On the fifth is a small family.
A single kid who's always bruised.
At school he is quite happy.
At home he is abused.
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The sixth is a teenager
who ran away from home.
When he came back he saw it.
House was burning, he was cold.
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On the last there is a man.
His life is not a wreck.
Yet he still is writing his last letter,
putting rope around his neck.
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An old building.
A single quiet soul on a floor.
Seven stories.
Never told.
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Posted Aug 30, 2021, 10:51 AM UTC · edited
Awww man quite the picture, I visited each floor and looked at the pain and suffering of each person. It also writes like an intro to a great horror movie. It’s so dark but truthful. Beautiful piece.