Abandoned Building
I took shelter in an abandoned building
For weeks, even months, I watched it slowly decay over time—
old age always gets the best of us
I stared at the ceiling and felt the memories flush back
The memories of a home.
Its warmth burned the tips of my fingers
I struck a match in the vacant kitchen
I watched as its interior was swallowed up by the fury of the flames
So much emptiness, still so empty
The fire caught to my skin, and I did not feel a thing
I wake up every morning and pass by the ash figure of my dreams; all that is left are bad, burned memories.
Tianna Jacquez is a sophomore at Western New Mexico University in Silver City, New Mexico, pursuing a degree in English. She enjoys reading and writing which has led her to pursue a career in academic education. Tianna loves spending time with her family and hopes to continue writing.
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