Thursday, May 19, 2011

The Painting

I stumble into the stairwell, heedless of the random crap on the cement. That's what my life is now. Crap. Random crap everywhere. Well, that's how it goes, I guess.

I don't feel like climbing to my apartment so I light a cigarette. I leave the main door open just enough for a shred of sunlight to die before me and to allow myself a small glimpse of "life" out there.

There is a picture above that door. Something with nature or animals or whatever. I hate it. I've demanded it be stripped from the wall but apparently the other tenants think it "livens up their day" or some shit like that.

But I guess that picture's all I have to look at now. Well, that and the random crap. But I guess that's life for me now. Life, or rather death.


  1. That was a very gripping narration Alicia. Left me wondering what was wrong with the guy's life :)

  2. you got multiple writing talent here.

    What a thrill to land on your amazing blog/land.
    Come sharing your poetry with us today,
    First time participants are welcome sharing 1 to 3 random poems or poems unrelated to our theme.

    Hope to see you linked in.
    Happy Tuesday!

  3. Thank you! Your comments mean a lot and I appreciate your faithful reading Jingle.