ghostly (day 13)

My pedigree is ghostly

empty sockets completely missing

the point is my house is divided

into fractions and factions

carrying scars, relative

crisscrosses of loyalties and losses

of love and conditions unmet

regret and denial executed

before trial or peers for

years we’ve been fading

into shades into curtains

for us and the specters who

bore us our time is chiming

midnight on the lease and I dearly

dearly will welcome the peace.

Prompt: Write a family poem. I’m not this twisted usually, but the thing is, maybe I am.


What do you think?

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