We snuck in the side gate
It wasn’t my idea
Ivy creeping up on
An old institution
Crumbling, Dark, Abandoned
Once great
A basement full of dusty memos,
Signed promises, and
Forgotten records
Old news
It’s unhealthy in here
The lead
Asbestos
A dead pigeon
The news is forty years old
As I hurried out,
She saw me rush
“Are you with Property Management?”
No.
“So you don’t belong here.”
She stated sternly
Yep,
I said,
That’s why I’m leaving.