They emptied the
Community pool
At my apartment
For the winter.
I think it looks
Kinda sad.
Like a barren
Womb after an
Ok, too morbid,
That’s my bad…
Anyway, I think
That the pool
Should be full
Of something.
It would look
Better that way.
So every night
I sneak down there,
To that empty pool,
And I fill it
With my beer cans
And cigarette butts.
Then I say to
That hole in
The ground,
“I’m sorry for
Killing my baby.”

Published by lou rasmus

Lou Rasmus is an independent author from Chicago, IL. His works are largely focused on exploring the meaning of life – or lack thereof – while the themes of love, relationships, and self-loathing are also central to many of his stories. His upcoming novel, Primrose Isle, will be his third self-published title. Grapefruit Juice, a collection of bitter poems and short stories, and DEAD RED FISH, his semi-autobiographical debut novel about a young man coming to age on a road trip with his childhood friends, are also available on Amazon.

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