Dying didn't hurt too bad. But leaving him , Hurt the most She didn't want to go . So she begged death for more time But her clock had stopped. And her soul was fading. But she wouldn't leave, She couldn't leave. So death offered her a deal, A deal that let her, Live, a dead life . A deal she accepted too fast. And deals made with death Are binding forever, If only she knew.
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Today I decided you would be: just a memory. Not a dream I will see, whenever I look forward. Not a regret that haunts me, when I look back, Simply a memory; not a weight to be shouldered. I have picked up the pieces; I'm overall intact. carry on luggage: one I'll, soon, unpack.
My grandfather peels an X-chromosome off his liquor bottle skips it across the pool of my mother’s genes until it reaches me yellow cigarette stained walls green ashtray carpet on his tongue blue back room full of old guitars black mechanic oil stained hands sandpaper voice watching Jaws 4 homeless woman on couch feeds dog black coffee brown belly dragging across tongue Thanksgiving dinners my brother plays “Purple Haze” out of a reluctant amplifier the old folks applaud the colors are beginning to fade he battling cancer his way watching Jaws 4 dog now dead homeless woman now no longer homeless back skin where left ear used to be old guitars pawned for drugs Purple Haze fades to black as colors do and they say it skips a generation and now when shades of pink appear white my tongue grows thick smoke burns my nostrils and I can only think of how terrible of a film Jaws 4 is.
For Tommy Robinson. Rest easy grandpa, hope you got that ear back.