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  • Gianna Vozza


She stepped further and further away

from the assortment of items;

napkins, plates, forks, all of these, used

and forgotten.

The small stuffed rabbit continued to gaze forward.

Talking, laughing, joking, eating;

people peering at menus.

People sitting down to begin

their experience.

The family calling for a waiter

because their child broke

a glass.

Pieces pierced the shoes of passerby –

Pieces shattered ubiquitously.

The small stuffed rabbit still remained, the thin pink ribbon around its neck

its only identifying factor from all of the other

small stuffed rabbits in the world.

The little girl, dressed in blue, never

came back; it was abandoned,

like how you abandoned me.


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