A girl filled with with exhaustion of doing enterprise jobs.
Put her phone on the table.
Put the candle on the table there.
Sounds of the tv, sounds of her dogs squeaky toy
On the table the girl put what happened in her dreams.
On the table she put flowers picked from her garden in a vase on the table.
On the table she put what she wanted to do in life.
The taste of salt and vinegar crisps she had for break time she dumps it on the table.
I threw the homework on the table like she was throwing a netball.
The sound of her dad calling her for dinner.
The sound of her squeaky cupboard opening keeping me awake at night.
By Isabella
