Cotton Candy

Looking up
Into the violet veil
That flashed
With
Veins of hatred
And purple promises
Of midnight
Marauding 
Rains
As the sun slowly
Slowly sank
Deep into the ocean of
Brackish clouds
That unfurled
Upon
This
Day
With clouds like 
the cotton candy
My mother use
To weave
At the orange
County fair,
My father a master of the ring
Inside the food venues
Taking shit
For that 
Nine
To 
Five
Just so my twin and I
Could sit in his
Trailer
And watch
Chip and Dale
Without the concerns
Of storm clouds 
Being on their way:
He fought to see us
And wrangled away all his
Addiction
Because to him
There was nothing as intoxicating
As love. 
My mother writhed in 
Mental anguish to
See to it
That we didn't have 
To go
Without
And would scream
And
Shout
Just to fight for us 
As winter came another day. 
 
I was loved 
And I am loved
By two carneys
Who have a love for me
Even still. 
This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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