Midnight Radio Theater Blog

Abandoned
by Billy Senese

He was alone, abandoned.
A cold wind slapped his face.
It was the broken window.

Leftover candy wrappers.
A few dusty lemonheads loose
at the bottom of a drawer.
Was he dreaming? He hoped so.

What was that smell? Sour milk?
Dead skin? Everything echoed like
some post-apocalyptic disaster movie.

Why did it feel like there was a big,
deep hole eating away his stomach?
He used to think it was ok to be alone.
That was another life.

Something tugged at the corner of
his mind. Something terrible he
was supposed to remember.