e Little River Review - Gorham High School!

Amanda Butler
Perfect Little World For Me
Perfect Little World for Me
A perfect little world designed for me and only me. One that no one will ever see or discover and
one that will remain untouched by human claws.
Blue grass, long tall grass. �e grass whistles, you know. �ey whistle to each other. �ey talk to
one another. �ey sway with the wind, the colors blending together. �e wind, the wind carries those
whispered words that only one could ever hear. �ey are the secret words, the ones heartbroken and
betrayed whisper for some release.
Trees. Tall ancient trees, never bothered for thousands or millions of years. �eir dark red and
brown bark twisting into the most beautiful patterns. �ousands of small critters crawling in and out
of the perfect sculpture traveling from one place to another, hoping to be the �rst to win the race. �e
leaves, beautiful colors, sparking with complex tribal like design. �e fruit, colorful in every way. Purple
apples hang heavily on the branches, bright orange berries clump together on bushes and various green
vegetables grow beneath the soil.
�e clouds, wispy and stringy. Many were close to the ground, and if you ever felt one, your skin
would be covered with a cool fabric, the so�, silk slipping between your �ngers. White against the sunset
sky, the constant multi colors that fanned across that endless sky.
But this, was only my Cloud Nine, as I liked to call it. �is was my place of pleasure and happiness.
Was, being the key word there.
My world has been destroyed.
My little, perfect world, destroyed. �e trees, once so tall and so beautiful, burned to ash onto the
dead sickly gray grass. �e clouds . . . Once so so�, so cold, turned into thick heavy smoke that clogged the
throats of my beautiful creatures. �e fruit, rotten, burned and poisoned beyond any hope of repair. �e
world, no longer bright and happy with a blood red sky and black soot to cover my once perfect world.
I walk alone in this. I walk through the gardens, the once clean air and the once gentle palace. My
world has been turned upside down with simple words, simple actions. �e sadness etches every day on
me, the fear of what to expect next eating at my starved stomach.
I see shadows. Shadows of people. �ey call for someone. Anyone to be alive within this dead cold
world. I can not call out back. If only they looked a bit farther, a bit closer they would see my small shape.
�ey would �nd me and bring to another world. To another safer home. Away from these thoughts. Away
from the darkness that ate at me to the bone. �ey would love me, like I had loved my home.
Peering closer through the black fog, the shadow of one person becomes more and more seeable.
Closer they come, closer and closer. But not close enough.
If only.
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