wind blowing on those who remain

 

On that night I had a scary dream

Daphny was in jail serving a two year sentence

And Bill was holding a six month old baby.

 

skies open to pour out their waters

 as cockroaches nibble on the left over

slices of bread on the kitchen table.

 

thunder cracks,  lights go off

revealing a strange darkness

as the guards tighten their grips on their metallic batons.

 

sheer curtains in my bedroom window reveal swaying trees

 as the cold wind seeps in through the tiny spaces in my wall.

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