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The Family

The Family


The shutters on the windows are black
and flaking. David hasn't painted them since '96, or combed his hair. He coughs and coughs all day long
because he smokes 50 strong ones and falls asleep in poisoned air. [3]

She breathes cold as she's been outside for days
in the same blue jeans, grey t-shirt and torn duffle coat. Post-natal depression and psychosis. [2]

The people wear suits of respect
as the dead one lays, as the mourning carries on, as the rain pitter-patters on the floor.
The cot is empty. The coffin full. [1]
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
Published | Edited 20th Dec 2012
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