Tendons stretched and strangled. Face poured flesh from head. A Family's ties are mengled like mother falling out of dead.
This is what I know: Blue faced efforts that fail to reveal the color of her shadow.
My sense caught in a stone's throw and cleaner slates that keep track of all the baggage I tow. Scrape wisdom of the tomb. Early morning scars from masks shed in favor of never, or is it forever?
