They emptied the
Community pool
At my apartment
For the winter.
I think it looks
Kinda sad.
Like a barren
Womb after an
Abortion…
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.”
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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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