Trash
Like leaves astray.
Like a sprinkle of sky-gray.
Leaves that turn to ash.
And splatter the walls like graffiti and trash.
My family wails.
As my remains are painted with paint that is pale.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2021
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