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7h
rainy Day
raindrops fall from the ceiling
father, facing his beloved family
drunkenly
he flailed his hands
he cursed
It was an attack on his inability to work
his inability to work.
room was a mess
household goods
shattered and scattered
door was blown off
father disappeared into the hard rain
for two hours
for two hours
in the rain for two hours
and in the end
we didn't find father
up the hill
up the hill
on the roof
sitting with an umbrella.
Yonah Jeong
Written by
Yonah Jeong  61/M/NJ
(61/M/NJ)   
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