Lymph Staircase
Deafening Altruism
I awake in a cold sweat wondering where my sister has gone, is at, realizing she is not laying beside me, it is this moment which leads me to scurrying through the confinements of a cramped studio apartment, home to a mother, brother, sister and myself, the oldest sibling, the only one seeing reality for what it is…Façade
Scrambling, finding the remains of a two-day old half eaten sandwich, garbage supper, dirty, but nutritional once it is separated from the germs, filth washed down with three week old milk, the dinner of ghetto champions, I passed on it, which is probably why I can see my ribs in the mirror, I’d wish for her to come hither, she, my sister, but I never been exposed to the upper class so, “where the Hell is my Vivicia”?...Exploring
Peering through the broken window, corners are filled with quick exchanges, one gainful, the other painful, one leading to riches squandered like post lotto winners, the other leading to wilting varicose veins in plain sight, collapsing aorta walls and rotting teeth, grief was creeping up the stair weld, I passed him on the way into the street, wearing my mother’s new,
x-boyfriends worn sweater, jeans and sandals, surrounded by thieves, vandals and a depressing element, I continue wondering where my sister is…Stressed
After 35 minutes of wasted searching, I come upon, Bullet, the Nino Brown of my hood, Mr. Do Nobody No Favors Unless He Can Savor the Moment, he asks me, “you looking for your sister?” I respond, “Yes, you know her whereabouts”? He responds, “No doubt, but its going to cost you and since you broke I’m a need you to give what you got.” My only thought was, “what, how can I pay?”…Expenditure
Walking home, shaking, holding my sister’s hand, I glanced into the stars wondering where God had been napping during mother selling my sister to the block for a hit, sold her into 48 hours of slavery to be used for whenever, whatever, however, the worst part is it cost me more to collect on the debt; dignity, serenity, innocence of plenty…Death
My mouth is still sore and I haven’t been able to sit for two days, however, my sister has been sound asleep on the floor for the last two nights; now I’m wondering how long it will take until mother goes on her next binge…horrible satisfaction realized
I awake in a cold sweat wondering where my sister has gone, is at, realizing she is not laying beside me, it is this moment which leads me to scurrying through the confinements of a cramped studio apartment, home to a mother, brother, sister and myself, the oldest sibling, the only one seeing reality for what it is…Façade
Scrambling, finding the remains of a two-day old half eaten sandwich, garbage supper, dirty, but nutritional once it is separated from the germs, filth washed down with three week old milk, the dinner of ghetto champions, I passed on it, which is probably why I can see my ribs in the mirror, I’d wish for her to come hither, she, my sister, but I never been exposed to the upper class so, “where the Hell is my Vivicia”?...Exploring
Peering through the broken window, corners are filled with quick exchanges, one gainful, the other painful, one leading to riches squandered like post lotto winners, the other leading to wilting varicose veins in plain sight, collapsing aorta walls and rotting teeth, grief was creeping up the stair weld, I passed him on the way into the street, wearing my mother’s new,
x-boyfriends worn sweater, jeans and sandals, surrounded by thieves, vandals and a depressing element, I continue wondering where my sister is…Stressed
After 35 minutes of wasted searching, I come upon, Bullet, the Nino Brown of my hood, Mr. Do Nobody No Favors Unless He Can Savor the Moment, he asks me, “you looking for your sister?” I respond, “Yes, you know her whereabouts”? He responds, “No doubt, but its going to cost you and since you broke I’m a need you to give what you got.” My only thought was, “what, how can I pay?”…Expenditure
Walking home, shaking, holding my sister’s hand, I glanced into the stars wondering where God had been napping during mother selling my sister to the block for a hit, sold her into 48 hours of slavery to be used for whenever, whatever, however, the worst part is it cost me more to collect on the debt; dignity, serenity, innocence of plenty…Death
My mouth is still sore and I haven’t been able to sit for two days, however, my sister has been sound asleep on the floor for the last two nights; now I’m wondering how long it will take until mother goes on her next binge…horrible satisfaction realized
posted by SLUMP FACADE at 11:52:00 AM
Congratulations boo! I am so proud of you!
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Awesome!!!!!