“I Left Home” By Mia Barutta

Written by plumtree

Topics: Archive (2012-2019), Uncategorized

Everything was blurry.
I smelled cheap sandwiches.
Salty tears ran down my cheek.
Airplane tickets switching hands.
Suitcases rolling against the shiny floor.
The intercom lady calling for Hernando Rodriguez.
I felt sadness, emptiness.
How long would it be before I came back?
I was a wreck in disguise
I was sad but mad at the same time, not wanting to leave, i was grumpy but weak.
In that moment i believed this was the worst day of my life.
I was leaving everything behind and starting a whole new life.


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