NEWSPAPERS

My sister & I used old dried out
paintbrushes and white-wash
on the walls of the tiny
building behind our rented house
we swept out chicken
droppings we cleaned
windows thick with grime we
were 10 and 9 years
old our young
hearts already leading us
to freedom I
found mine stuffed in cracks
between the boards of the walls in
that one-room hideaway
old newspapers yellow and brittle
I carefully pried them out &
opened them slowly, holding
my breath to prevent them
from tearing, my keen
interest in reading, my
fascination with the past connected to
those wrinkled
charming
news
papers.

Cheri Amey's Questions:

I'd like to hear opinions about my choice of line breaks (they work for me, but have some opposing feedback from a friend).

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