I used to see the sun from my room
now dirt and grime block the glass
the cracks were always there |
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fridge magnets hold better times displayed
for no one too see |
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Dirty wallpaper in the family room
hides growth chart lines
the couches reek of lust and bitterness |
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closed swollen doors soften conversations
my stomach grumbles at the stacks of clean dishes
the empty dark fridge laughs as I tear down
green trees and orange suns |
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a mouse by the pantry
eats the missing cat’s food
while I pick at the crumbling drywall
the dust stings my wet eyes |
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I want to leave on my bike
but neglected flat tires halt my reprieve |
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I wish I had a brother
to abandon |
