Combustion

Aunt is gutted with grief.

To me it is all unreal,

like some horrible farcical mistake

that will be corrected.

Father is a murderer.

I don’t want to live in his house,

eat his food, speak to his plastic doll.

I am so angry I could combust.

I’m worried for my brother.

Since our Mother’s death

he hasn’t spoken a word.

These are haunted times.

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