I trace the things on your desk with my finger.
Each word we speak is ice.

“I won’t marry you. I must marry another.”

You speak your piece and fall silent.
I cower in my mind’s dark recesses, praying for escape.
I thought I was a treasure you’d do anything to hold on to.

Because what have I ever done besides follow orders?

I breathe it in, as much as I can hold.
I want to run away, fly away.

It seems I have always been alone.

It’s a yeah write January poetry slam! Some of our editors and friends are working on centos this month. Want to give one a try? Check out the guidelines in the yeah write coffeehouse. In the meantime, check out the other centos this week!

14 Comments on “Abandoned”

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  2. Oh my god, Arden, this is fabulous!! It really *does* flow perfectly, so much so that, as Cyn said, if I didn’t know it was a cento I never would have guessed!

  3. It really is the smoothest cento, I think. I thought it would be too hard to piece together lines that end with periods and have it flow. But you’ve proven me wrong. And that last line is perfectly placed!


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