SuAnn Fernandez

Small Town Murder

A dented vintage coke machine
On a weathered wooden porch
Yellowed handbills taped
To fingerprinted windows
Outdated ads are wallpaper
selling extinct products
Windows stare lifeless and hollow
On empty shelves
Ossified hinges screech and grind
A rush of old stale air
Tired dust lies where it has fallen
A soda fountain drips rust
Floorboards creak echoes
Like faint death screams
Murdered, the Highway
Cut away it's existence
As sure as a razorblade
On the wrists
Neglected, left to die

By SuAnn Fernandez

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