Beneath the opaque window
crickets croon an autumn tune.
I lie in bed restless as visions blossom
from tattered family snapshots.
Blood dripsdense
from fathers drunken brow.
It pools on threadbare carpet,
while the junkie plunges deep
a sting of desperation.
The turkey weeps,
there are no cranberries this year
Mother kisses the cross then
hugs the cold, crass casket.
Winds disperse her wails
in the cicadas chant.
Trees bow in suffrage
beyond the needles reach...














Comments
Peace.
stanza is my favorite
and the entire flow
is fantastic.
xo!
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