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Unloved

the house was a cage, not a home— walls sweating whiskey, floors creaking hate. she was brittle, like a cigarette burned too far down. he was loud, like an engine choking on its last mile. they found their fists easier than their words— easier than love, easier than silence. the children wore bruises like tattoos they never chose. their laughter died before it hit the air. and justice? it never came.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2024




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Date: 11/18/2024 5:46:00 PM
Dear James, your verse is potent in heart-wrenching imageries and powerful, poignant metaphors. An emotional and visceral piece stunningly, poetically expressed. Your finale "and justice?/it never came" is a heartbreaker. A deeply moving, soul piercing piece. Warmest wishes my poet friend.. ~Susan
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James Mclain
Date: 11/19/2024 7:08:00 AM
Thank you Susan, such stuff is very difficult to talk about. Most never can or will, thank you again. James

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