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Brain holes

She fell and broke her hip

Though that’s not what killed her

No, she fought long and hard to keep her sanity

A matriarch, the last matriarch

She never stood a chance

Through bouts of forgetfulness

She cringed as she sat

Wheelchair bound

Rolling with a fool’s smile

Talking nonsense like Nero must have

Playing his fiddle

Our family burned up but she never knew

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will-storck
34 / M / South Korean
Published
Jan 18, 2012
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