empty houses with their drawn shades and
rotting porches that once held time and tale.
parents raising children in hypocritical
bursts. mothers
partially absent, drinking whenever they can.
fathers verbal abusing, and an even
louder absence.
i'll slither in through your
ears and
tell what goes on behind
closed doors.
show the inevitable futures of poverty and coke lines.
empty bottles of ***** and cheap ******.
or maybe you'll hit it clean.
suburban treatment.
grow middle aged and privileged to
watch your babies **** themselves or
everybody around them.

we're all born with the death penalty. i've been living mine every day.