Red and black sludge flows
From his mouth
He tries to scream but it
Comes out as a gargled wail
Roses bloom on his fingertips
As the thorns tear his palms
To shreds
He is dying in a way that
Can only be described
As living
Tears flow down their cheeks
As they reach for help
From anyone
Someone
Please
The mess I have been thrown into
Is impossible to escape
A train wreck of burning garbage
a bed of nails that i have been
carelessly thrown onto
And everything else that hurts
And no one thought
To tell me
That my grandpa
Was dying
Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 10:29 PM UTC
Red and black sludge flows
From his mouth
He tries to scream but it
Comes out as a gargled wail
Roses bloom on his fingertips
As the thorns tear his palms
To shreds
He is dying in a way that
Can only be described
As living
Tears flow down their cheeks
As they reach for help
From anyone
Someone
Please
The mess I have been thrown into
Is impossible to escape
A train wreck of burning garbage
a bed of nails that i have been
carelessly thrown onto
And everything else that hurts
And no one thought
To tell me
That my grandpa
Was dying
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