It's hot in this hole,
this house I call home
the AC broke
a long time ago.

I'm gonna run one day
far far away;
just about fed up
with all this cut up.

blades everywhere
I stare,
as my skin tear
from words that don't care.

my heart rips,
bleed from beats that skip;
I feel no pain from the whips
grown numb from the grip.

I died yesterday
I've no will to stay
in this family another day
I've resolved to runaway.

City shaking; I must be mad
seeing ghosts in halls
of people I could've been
scattered like raindrops
across my bitter face.

I'm trapped beneath stages
of ballerinas
is it their movements
dripping from toe to toe
that are lulling me to sleep,
or is it their tune?

Either way I don't mind.

Watching as the wind falls gently into a barn
then lulls itself to sleep on the hay.

It's going to be ok, I say to myself.

It's going to be ok.

Here is a smile
as a beautiful simile.
Life is short and sweet
let's be happy
till we meet

We may not meet
except in dreams
that itself will be a treat
let's each other
with warmth greet

Today has been a sad day
one niece
and
a sis
both had stroke today

God have mercy
we all have to go
all know

but heavens go slow
one by one
would make us happy
God you know
Don’t you
Amen

Father came home
with no presents for mother
but poison for himself in the shape of a bottle,
he always did look quite sad.

I didn’t mind.

Mother would retreat behing doors
painting air
with loud echoing sobs
of a mourner wishing too to die.

I didn’t mind.

At school they flung earth
at the cruxes of my skin
for the state of my shoes, you see, they were broken,
it stung like needles.

I didn't mind.