like a rain cloud, I’m dark my family has never wanted me I act happy, engaging, still I grow blacker like the charred ground
after a wild fire like the black edge
of a dead tooth the advice I get is to just be happy to
turn the corner of my mouth up slightly still onyx clouds build on the horizon where the lightning bolt slices
through, its blackest still down the
street, a man stabbed his roommate to death, they where disagreeing over the
rent they’d been eating chili
and drinking beer before the fist pummeling and then a knife my hands are sore more often than
not I look online for answers,
pummeling isn’t one of them I am the
average age for dying my age adds up to twelve and reduces to three the mother and mine was also sad I
lie in bed at night and feel the weight of my sadness like sculpture stone I
remain loyal to my family even now the
forsythia is in bloom there’s a beetle
on the molding in the bedroom I’m
not as sad as others, I guess I’ve never
tried to kill myself never
collected pills just in case I decided too do the deed still my sadness disables me and I
search for solace I call it
intolerable predatory like
a savage beast the sadness has
followed me my entire life like a
long black shadow a shadow shaped like my
form only skinnier even on cloudy days when the light is
faint its there its teeth bared bite more than once always
an open wound beast returns i ignored
Monday, April 17, 2017
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