I Need to Move Out

by Brent Kelih Axley Award Finalist

I’m hunched over and heavy-hearted in a dollhouse much too small.

Foolishly, I thought I would fit, but This structure simply wasn’t built with my needs in mind.

Now I have ruined a perfect little home, one foot in the kitchen has broken the dining room table. Oh dear, no more happy family dinners. The other has crushed the living room sofa. There go those fun family game nights. One hand has broken the bathroom pipes. Say goodbye to nice hot showers. The other has wrecked a neatly made bed, tranquil dreams now a mere memory. My head rests in the attic, collecting dust along with other abandoned items.

My first bike, toys yearning to be played with, and photo albums left in an open chest. Oh, what they’ll say once they return home, and find their daughter overgrown.