during the summer of the worst summer of my life i found pieces of myself scattered across the kitchen as i found peace with my mother who put a couple pieces of lead down her throat
in the moment i found out we replaced our tile with her blood i added my tears as i mopped the floor with what remained as a mop stick with dark hair just like my mother's
my dad moved to New Orleans immediately after leaving me to attend to the house and what remained of my soul-less sister who never knew someone quite as weak as our mother
i may have found peace but i don't forgive her for making me wipe up the handle from the frying pan of her blood she made sausage and eggs for us every sunday before we watched the browns who made us believed we actually wanted to **** ourselves
she actually wanted to **** herself and the cleveland ******* gave her an excuse to ****** her family by murdering herself and leaving everyone left in the agony of wanting to know what we did wrong
my dad never found peace instead he found a 19 year old in New Orleans who made him forget each night when she poured soco down his throat so he can pour himself into her
my sister never found peace but she did find a barbie doll set my mother gave her last summer on her birthday right before we watched the fireworks
i found peace because i knew i was set up for failure i found myself that summer because i knew i'm stronger than 2 adults who raised me
my dad may have found New Orleans and his sober-less serenity but i found myself mopping our blood red tile into the state of oblivion
marking the distance it took from cleveland to New Orleans to bring my dad my sister's barbie doll set so he could tell her barbie isn't our mom now