(For my sisters)
Familial alarm clock
Mercilessly screaming the
Blood red fingers of time
Forces you to strike
Back and embarrass it
With a slap of your own
As your stinging waking eyes
Look at molesting ashes
In an abusive urn
Being spread out
Dream like
By your hands on the
Hardwood of life floor
So that the inheritance
Bought Dirt Devil
Can perform
The glorious and
Liberating act
Of one of the things
He said you were good for-
Cleaning house
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Truly some of the best poety I have ever read. Captivating!