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Early Sunday Morning

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A not so naive twelve year old
watched as all the possessions
in her house were taken
outside one by one.

They were placed on the lawn
one early Sunday morning
before the sun had shown
its yellow shining face.

Soon the lawn was
sprinkled with all her
prized belongings,
two of which she begged to keep:
Her pink canopy bed
and her confessional, her confidant;
a grey electric typewriter.

Her pleas were
met with deaf ears
as she watched
strangers walk away
with all things familiar to her.

As the sky turned
scarlet only a few
things were left.
Small things like dishes
which were bagged
and thrown into the trash can.

Back inside the empty house
bare from wall to wall,
pizza was ordered
by a female voice that echoed
down the empty halls.

She lay in her sleeping bag
on the hard floor
wondering at the events
that had unfolded.

In one day her
life was turned
upside down.

The extent she would
not know until the next day.
In the meantime the pizza
had arrived.

She ate two slices
and fell into a deep sleep
not realizing the toll
the day had taken on her.

She slept throughout the night
innocent to the fact that
as Sunday turned into Monday,
her life was about to change forever.

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