Friday, January 2, 2015

Dead men tell no tales

3 generations of women
Round a kitchen table
All resentful of the other
The youngest looks at her mother
A dead woman stares
back at her
Forgetting she
Threw her hands up in the air
And told her never to come back
The dead woman looks
At her mother for help
To trap
The youngest into this life
They live
A man going slowly insane
Stares at all of this
Wishing he could bring back
The man
Who held them together
 but they always say
The good die young

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