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I have no idea what to write about tonight :/

W.B.

my grandmother flew
out of the window
of her broken bricks and wood chips
house
and maybe saw clouds and birds
and god
before she came down like a meteor
all wrath fire and kill
the dinosaurs
and shattered the sanctity of solid earth
before her last breath was blown out
by the screaming whispers of wind
never said another word never made
disturbed air reach for my ear

my father sat in the kitched quiet
head in hands
elbows on knees
throat all shreaded
shaving cuts shine silent
weakness of arms
trembling of fingers
she never sucked blood
from the knee bones
that cant hold up his weight
never got him shots
never kept him safe
didnt look at his fingers twisted the wrong way
in her name