WEARY

By CareLuv

weary with

the

momentum

of generations

woven into me

my mother stands on

my grandmother’s shoulders -

I stand on my mother’s grave,

reclaiming the memories of

my youth -

cartwheels on

Broken Glass

and

Steel Wool

on my

skin,

Grinding Teeth

that

shatter.

And I break my own heart

as I

drown naked

in ancestral decay,

my unquiet mind

put to rest

in a tomb of

Rose Petals

and Lead

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