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You got your wings
on May 22nd 2014
and now,
we’ve lost another brother.
With roots that stretched deep
beneath the streets of Spring Branch,
you were like the hood mascot
or something.
I’ve known you
my entire life
and you
will certainly be missed.
Go easy, brother
this one’s for you.
Someday,
we’ll meet again.
on May 22nd 2014
and now,
we’ve lost another brother.
With roots that stretched deep
beneath the streets of Spring Branch,
you were like the hood mascot
or something.
I’ve known you
my entire life
and you
will certainly be missed.
Go easy, brother
this one’s for you.
Someday,
we’ll meet again.
Literature
Winter Child
& though my skin is steel,
I am but a girl without a wolf,
without a home,
without a name.
& though autumn winds still blow,
I only feel the cold,
for winter has settled
into the hollow
between my shoulder blades.
Literature
wisdom of the young.
The house is too big and too empty as it watches over the widow crouching in the corner of the emptiest room of all. Her hands tremble as tears trickle along her veins and fall silently onto the hardwood floor.
In the garden, the sun burns the back of the little girl in the white dress with the blue satin sash as she slides off the swing, walks past the front door, up the creaking stairs, and into Grandpa's room.
Her tiny hands gently stroke the heaving back of the older woman.
"Don't cry, Grandma. Grandpa's just gone to heaven."
Literature
Fracture, #7
Anxiety gnaws my wrists to the bone
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Sometimes being a survivor is hard.
My sympathies for losing a friend, Jay.
My sympathies for losing a friend, Jay.