I can't sleep again
cushioned in my bed
dramatically changing my own surprise
lifting a stone as the earth moves
what should i call it?
a child in the window
a baby in the womb
a father, drunken stupor
a mother, face sunken into her palms
a brother of no bother
a family torn into the veins
leaving less blood than a tampon
more blood from the wound
what makes things as so?
how can it just make sense to me?
let me understand your side
the side you look best on
the terror away from your eyes
the light stays and the shadows appear
the life harbinger peeks at you through one eye
dogs bark, kitty's kit and a first aid bandage
save the plant life, all natural sources of fuel
follow me down the slip and slide
to a voice incredibly reduced
at market value. on the eve of Christmas. there she is.
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