Liminal

Plunge into glimpses of childhood Bubbled

in memories 

a faint dream ill-remembered–empty 

carpeted computer room, Big

green room warehoused play places

wax on walls and an overwhelming stench of loss

Clung to scratched walls 

Stained bathroom tile

Something was there.

would you stare into the eyes of who you once were and ask them what happened Crawl into that red tube slide and watch the way the light pours through the dirty cracks between pieces Snag your favorite sweater on the rusty nails to find that child laughing at you and asking you why you have that strange look on your face If only you could tell them why and when and how and Before 

you know they’re already in a different part of the playground and

You  

Cannot

Catch

Them

About the Author

Olive Hannigan is a junior Arts and Global Change major at Arcadia University. She enjoys writing speculative fiction and has recently delved into poetry, and hopes to bring her long-abandoned Tumblr blog back to life. When she's not writing, she's drawing fanart of her favorite games/shows, playing dress-up, or wrangling her niece and many nephews.