familial, what is this?
a sorrows scene
that satiates a void
a pewter casket
and locks
my mothers hair
a witch that sends
the call on sandy wind
an icy chill so raw

the daemon lurks
bare, strange pattern
a room is emptied
of time
the smell of him
with temper, terrifying
always visiting
but never there

cuts you see
small out cracks
the inner world
a fire
a molten
alone, an islands suffering
rivers building fears

distant pictures of a fog
the wrong
in loss
those dark, dark eyes
a laughter
yelling at a door
the sibling fraught and fearful
a window wet with sea
in loaded nights
in white
a memory

lost time in tides
grey hilltops vista
out this scene
i sit
waiting main vein
a high that never could
nor never came

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