I only write letters to family
that you still are,
You’ve run in the blood
Of those who came before me
I have one question
under what pretense are you here?
are you here by choice?
Or Is your presence
Some foul mistake?
Was it your plan all along
To tear apart my family portrait?
The colors are meaningless
With the canvas shredded
Why separate us
Severing family ties
Like slicing a jugular vein
I can never weave together
The shredded threads of time
Graft over those arteries
With layers of calloused grief
I never seem to get any of it quite right
im lost without a timeline
Help me build a bridge
To see the skeletons
Of shared blood and bone
I can barely make out their silhouettes
Across the void
Mom says they would have loved me
And I would have loved them
But you can’t really love someone you’ve never known
And I feel so hollow
Will you come for me, too?
You are my shepherd
But I feel so lost
Why is this happening
We were supposed to be in the clear
But thunder resounds into
The chasms of my mother’s bones
I guess we were only in the eye
What kind of shepherd
Leaves his stock to die?
To Whom it May Concern
I feel as though I am screaming into the dark
as the wind whips past with celestial indifference
The stars and Moon don't answer my calls
and the sky topples all around me, shattering the quiet
Please answer me, Missense, Fate, Death, God,
Who can I blame for the bloodstained blade on the kitchen floor
That cancer ripped out of my mother as she cried to me
"The doctors think I'm sick again, baby. I'm so scared"?
I wish I had all the answers, but
I don't even know who to address this fucking letter to.