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Landing

How do I land this on everyone?
How do I land this at all?
How to land - all I can do is anticipate
the impact of the landing,
Soon, death itself.

I am powerless here, and that is the haunting reality.

What a terrible Christmas - pity,
I only plastered the colours in my room this morning.
What a terrifying and uncertain Christmas this will be.
Imagine: the phone tells us - it will not only be the bird
dead that day.

Yes, baby, it's cold outside but nothing could hope to reproduce the bitter ice particles that have
Bloomed
And prickled
Just beneath my
ribcage. Not only
Stone cold,
Cold hearts
S h a t t e r
In this process, but
Bones.

Heartache is one of the most painful things imaginable and
Yet still my mind associates the feeling with
Pink:
My favourite colour.
We grow from drama
Green:
But how could one bloom from an event so tragic?

All that blooms is some kind of guilt, invading
Tissue tissue
Like sickness, and I fear
It
Is
Contagious
Unlike his - or

I have never seen my own father cry but I fear this
may be it.
What happens if
When
If
Things escalate.
I fear this is all.

All is coarse, like
Sandpaper skin.
All implodes, like me.

Everything turns black
And black begins to bleed. There are always
Tw i t ches in things.
Selfish and ignorant
have we been
For much
Too long, too long, too long,
too long,
too long…

For granted - no advantage

My ancestry.
For him.
For all.
Landing,
Soon.

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