Cardboard Castles


Cardboard castles and moldy
blanket moats surround him
the roses do not smell like they
once did, they rot and fall to pieces
each petal holding on for as long
as it can until the delicate thread
that holds it in place snaps
the grass fades from green to
gray as skyscrapers burst from
the ground and greedily reach
for the sky as if to blot out the blue
until no color remains except concrete
he stares at his wilting cardboard
kingdom as the rain begins to fall and
slither through the pavement towards
him invading each crack and crevice
until it reaches its destination
the moat fills up with water and begins
to let off a musky odor that is not
completely unfamiliar to him as the
surrounding gray becomes a little darker
the roses do not smell like
they once did, they rot and fall to pieces
emblems of his cardboard kingdom

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