/This piece is too personal but I tackled how I only saw two outcomes in my life. Pic was when I was 17, Aunt at the front below my cute brother at the back and my mom beside her./

Gave goodbyes from the house of an elderly couple, one fresh from jail while her husband foreshadowed himself as he dig-

In his gardens.

Scapulars on net-draped doors first time catching Raven hairs. Heavy line of H2O gallons with an oxygen tank-

10 steps in & I hit the farthest wall.

Between torn couches, torn pillows, torn wallpapers, torn time...

I looked back.

A Refrigerator far from fresh,

weather stains on wooden walls, artificial candles,

artificial flowers,

forever decorating their altar-

statues of saints replacing forgotten children.

And somehow, I...

Gave my greetings to my Aunt dying from the inside as I write this. Strangers called husbands had written too much inside her-

poisoned ink.

Her herbs draped on wooden sculptures did nothing, heavy gym equipments lined on mirror walls-

10 steps in & I saw her blank-eyed trembe in bed.

Between torn canvases, torn nylon strings, torn condom wrappers, torn time...

I looked back.

Shredded manuscripts

& land titles on tiles,

artificial candles,

artificial flowers, forever decorating her altar-

silent scupltures replacing forgotten husbands.

And somehow I...

Was sobered by my sombering sonder...

And Thought of you.