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my aunts been calling
my mothers sister
she's crazy
and lonely
her own children hate her
she cycles through her family
looking for someone
to have tea with or talk to
but I can't
go
there.
She looks like my mother
she has her voice
like a knife in my heart
like a hand on my throat
the pain is suffocation
the result is retreat
I can't bear to see her
to sit and remember
to miss her and hate her
to bring her so close
I'll keep one away and prevent the other
from opening
my heart.
Copyright © Veronica Joseph | Year Posted 2009
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