Written by Jacob Ibrag

Black marble rolling on uneven

pavement. She follows as it gains speed, rolling

over gum indentations and aged concrete. Nowhere

else she’d rather exist, focusing on distraction rather

than the people she promised to forget. Black marble

rolling past the empty houses, past the empty cars.

She follows as it gains speed, rolling over the

hidden scars of a quiet community.

Photography by Thomas Ramirez

8 comments on “Rolling

  1. this was great.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. I like the way you use the image of the rolling marble to stand in for the girl’s tortured life. It is a strong visual image as well as a powerful metaphor. Good job. I like this poem a lot.


  3. Oh my goodness. This is haunting yet absolutely mesmerizing. Great work.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. emotionsoflife2016

    “hidden scars of a quiet community.” Man, those lines

    Liked by 1 person

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