REBELLION AGAIN

the year buried away
with Stainless trail in my heart
sour tasting pictures
here or there to start
her spirit left doom
now is that moment rare
when voices can’t tell of whom
and how the bright future
became starless days
Carmel stuck in the needle
yes a recurrent torture
the curse, the praise
with me in the middle
dark family culture
if 365 days erase
nothing much but a little
in the bosom of a year anew
tell to me stories
don’t leave any line behind
lest they comfort me now
bath in thy mother’s memories?
do well to decline

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