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when i drink beer i taste my father’s teeth
biting down on my child sized heart
i see his yellow fingers around a bottle whenever
a cigarette touches my lips, a haze filling
the kitchen that i wasn’t allowed to enter
as if it made a difference if i was five feet from
the open doorway, the small box of legos
at my feet, my brother next to me
pressing replay on episode three of star wars
when someone pushes my favourite drink
towards me, it tastes like metal
scraping against my insides, telling me about
the night he put me in a car, the night he
could have killed russell and i, how one
case wasn’t enough, how i don’t remember getting
home to the garden we planted together
the tree we replaced and nurtured
i do not know alcohol without knowing my father,
cigarettes are hard memories, each drag pulling
forget-me-nots and tulips out of lungs
the front lawn of an apartment that i saw for the
first time in years only last week still haunts me
creeping into my days and my nights as punishment
for hiding it away all these years in the pit of my stomach
absorbing the acid just so it could burn me
for good when it came back up
biting down on my child sized heart
i see his yellow fingers around a bottle whenever
a cigarette touches my lips, a haze filling
the kitchen that i wasn’t allowed to enter
as if it made a difference if i was five feet from
the open doorway, the small box of legos
at my feet, my brother next to me
pressing replay on episode three of star wars
when someone pushes my favourite drink
towards me, it tastes like metal
scraping against my insides, telling me about
the night he put me in a car, the night he
could have killed russell and i, how one
case wasn’t enough, how i don’t remember getting
home to the garden we planted together
the tree we replaced and nurtured
i do not know alcohol without knowing my father,
cigarettes are hard memories, each drag pulling
forget-me-nots and tulips out of lungs
the front lawn of an apartment that i saw for the
first time in years only last week still haunts me
creeping into my days and my nights as punishment
for hiding it away all these years in the pit of my stomach
absorbing the acid just so it could burn me
for good when it came back up
Literature
tell my fourteen year old self i said goodbye
dear elise,
you will come to realise that even the most beautiful flowers will wilt.
in three months rosa’s cheeks won’t be so rosy anymore and you’ll be standing over an urn watering the ashes in the hopes that your sister will grow back without the thorns.
she’ll leave them behind, buried in parts of your heart that you never even thought existed and it’ll sting so much you’ll be
screaming at family or rather
the people you’re supposed to call family
to not bring flowers to a flower’s funeral.
your sister
thought she could hide it behind her petals
but she couldn’t and that means
you
Literature
Sadistic Lullaby
Hush little baby, say not a word
There never was a mockingbird
Roses are red until they die
Oh, soon enough like you and I
Hush my child, 'twill be alright
That is, if you survive the night
Twinkle, Twinkle little star
Sky so black, the moon so far
Mary had a little lamb,
And the fleece was black as coal
When you fall asleep tonight,
Then the world will steal your soul
Hush my child, 'twill be alright
That is, if you survive the night
Rockaby babe, in the tree tops
When the wind blows, life then stops
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall
And dead will be baby, smile and all
Hush my child, 'twill be alright
That is,
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i actually kind of like this one. another one about dad. another one about the car. everybody drink.
but seriously this actually feels like a good poem. i'll try and write new content at some point.
but seriously this actually feels like a good poem. i'll try and write new content at some point.
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Haunting and sticks in my mind. Very well done!