July 2012 (1)

9 July 2012 at 18:44 (Poems/Poetry) (, , , )

grown into that role
for thirty years
thousands of rounds
encircled us with red marker
bloody knuckles
clouded head
could not recall
how to take a breath
without getting porcelain headache
without wanting to throw in the towel

when mother goes on booze
swelling from lacking of love
fear for a sudden jab from her man
stays locked in her throat
just a few meters apart
another fight is set up

so it begins again (01st July 2012)


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