Mother Made Me Burn
My Father's Picture

She stood behind me,
poked her finger
into my back.
Do it. Do it.

I struck a match.

A couple steeped with age, sits in rocking chair
Both with wrinkles on face, and silver their hair
Back and forth they rock,

Pages

I have carried with me,
through every town I chose to flee
into every house I tried to make my home
the only thing that

YOU CAN'T FORGET

You hold your chin up,
higher than you should...
you have so much more pride,
than I ever could.

You walk so

Whisper wind, through the remaining chimes
distant, weak.
The house is peeling, like my skin
The sun is blaring, like my mind.

I