these thoughts are why i have no friends
Friday
mortal moon ride
Peel back the
layers
of my
eyes
to see the world inside
Recollection
of laughter sit aside the
coleslaw
Toes scattered while the wood floor creaks
Grandmother
is in the bath, full of blood
Dead.
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