Sunday, December 6, 2015

Black Out

 Chicago



Release me. I want to prevail.


Me

I am flesh and blood. I am real.


The Truth




I still long for you.


What I'm Told. What I Believe.

 Shrinking. Compared. Losing. Headed to poverty. It's a statistic. A reality we can avoid.


When I Talk To Myself


Surprise. We have nobody.


Love Story

 Standing in the bus. I reached out to her.


Broken


Two sisters tried to strangle their mom. Home left.


You

 I wrote a letter to his hollow eyes.


Darkness

Sad passing. The rest of us should not forget.


Parenting

We don't want our children. We have proposed returning them, but failed. Remains to be seen.





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