father:
decaying decrepit
delayed
slightly blistery, fubbed fingerless joints
they were skulls fearing the umbrellas dry shield
careful not to dismay
brother:
still wasted from tomorrow not carrying sense or dimes
believed every word they spoke, breath almost in sync with mine
the solid gaze quantified to be erased
lover:
cold-blooded crucified held his waist between thighs
we held this position til the blood drained insides
until our bodies became suitable (almost) rhymes
friend:
salt now only reappears with the tide
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