Family

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Times that tremble through you
passing by a passive mind,
jamming triggers of weapons like dust
on an old album, slowly scratching away
tunes that used to brighten our days.

It is to be felt abruptly, a realization
that things can still go wrong.
For no matter how hard you try
how hard you want for it to go well,
nothing is in your hands.
Cigarettes are lit, but never smoked.

Soon the plagues will come and crawl,
make a mess of what you've spent
your whole life building like a busy queen ant.
Soon, my dear, you shall not ever be seen,
ever again.

So rest your tongue, for words only make heavier
the burden of you, we endure
your wishes, questions and fallouts.
We are family.



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