getting older

21 2 2

momma stop crying

i am ready to protect

fight, destroy


although grandmother

seems busy smashing

things in the other room


i sit with my hands folded

lava burning beneath my skin

and everything converges

on this one point


i decide it's okay i just

won't count these people

as my family anyway


suddenly i am inundated

with this inexplicable red

before my eyes


it splashes

and washes over


everything i see is red


there is apathy on my pre-teen

tongue and i crave more.


momma there is numbness in my bones


i embrace it.

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