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Sep 2015
This is my family
splayed out like a fox
caught in the headlights of a
passing car, all brown fur
& wandering teeth,
dried up & tossed on a lonely street.
Left behind unaware of
the wreckage caused,
the family bereft of a sister
ย & daughter so loved.
That's what I see from the clouds,
from my imagined suicide.
I see a lost family
trying not to stare at a
hugeย empty chair.
A Christmas table now a shadow,
not a celebration but a day to fear
& that stops any thoughtsย I
might have about trying to
Written by
katie  Liverpool
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