Cold Asphalt

By Leighton Tanaka, TIWP Student

She sat outside on the cold asphalt, hugging her knees. She cried, and I cried too. I wondered how humans, born to be kind but deteriorating as they developed, were able to do this. Great rains fell from above, the world grieved the colossal loss of a thousand different lives. Not the lives of those unborn cells, but the lives of promising young children, with hopes for the future, now demolished.

I had witnessed him charm her and she danced with him like a loyal dog. Whispering sweet nothings in her ears and capturing her mind with his words. Yet he had betrayed her, left her with nothing but a burden. He did not love, he adored the attention. Oh how they have failed us, those who are supposed to be just, they do not see the true meaning of those lives that have already begun.

Many have sworn to change the world yet here we stand, and here she sits, tossed out on the sidewalk like trash. The world has become colder although it only grows warmer. Never have I felt more insignificant, more heartbroken, or more alone than I do now.

The ground is hard, the rain is numbing, yet they are both more comforting than the state of the world. Alas, I can do nothing, provide no consolation except sit down beside her and offer my warmth. I sat beside her and we stayed there for a long time. The world has suffered a great loss, together we dig our own graves, as we abandon the true victims.

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