A Painful Day

Storytelling Poem About Truth

The day my adventure began

was a painful day, after a fierce

torrent of pain. I was burying

my dog in the backyard, all alone.

When I uncovered a baby bottle

in a plastic bag, but covered in

cracked dirt nonetheless, childlike

curiosity was piqued. But the note

inside declared if you’re reading this,

it isn’t too late. Avoid all urban areas

on 4/9/18. Go to the coordinates on

the map, you’ll know what to do

when you get there. It was signed

below with my name. I didn’t know

whether to laugh or roll my eyes.

I had been in Chicago on that date

and the worst that had happened

was that I’d almost been late for

my train. But it was signed as

Alison Zerko and that bothered

me a bit. Who used my name to

write a bogus note like that?

I decided to search the coordinates

circled on the map- really just a paper

with lines that I could not interpret

but circled numbers at one point

that anyone could read- and see

where it was trying to lead me.

What I found was a place that…

did not exist. There was nothing.

That place of nothing was where

My adventure began and ended.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this piece. For more poetry in this style and plenty of short stories, explore here.

…BRD…

I write poetry, prose, and personal pieces. All images are mine unless indicated otherwise. Feel free to leave feedback on my work anytime; I hope you enjoy.

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