All Lit Up - Poems

From The Lonely Child Charlotte Ellis

Here I stand on a heap of rubble, surrounded by a twisted wire fence, dangerous and threatening, emerging from oily puddles reflecting the flood light. I stared at the remains of the old building in despair, only one section remained intact. The door looked like a gaping mouth, begging me to come inside and the blank windows like lifeless eyes, staring at me, daring me to come inside. I could never resist a dare…