A new environment
same
self-destructive
girl
gazing at the cold walls of her
"home"
for the next year:
her favorite posters
and memories,
all plastered safely to the bricks
by cheap putty,
clothes strewn across the
unwelcoming tiles
in an attempt to make this place
more -
home-like?
It seems so pointless,
all the accessories to the life
she left behind...
same overflowing,
looming hamper,
same angry,
empty
trashcan...
She found her mom's old
Captain's bars
but it's too warm
to wear the jacket.
And so this addict sits
admiring her new
still humble
abode
and she wonders to herself,
when will this cycle of homesickness end?