(01) by egvart
When I first moved into the pink building, I began to cry,
Because my room was attached to a laundermat
So instead of a sun-bathed garden
I woke up every day to the stench of chlorine chemicals and dog piss.
If only I'd known -if only I'd been warned- that those would not be the last tears I'd shed among it's pale walls
Perhaps I would have cried harder.