I was very small when Pocker lips came.
I don't remember people falling.
I remember the beautiful black snow.
I remember the colourful stripey skies.
I remember playing sliding games on the shiny glass beaches.
I remember crunchy cockroach dinners.
I remember being found by big people.
I have been taken to live underground now.
I wish I could go outside and play.
©2012 Stephen. J. Green.