Funeral

Like with Mother, the rain came.

The earth was awash with grief.

Black umbrellas freak me. And the vomit

of priests. This is the darkest day of my

brief history. My black shoes fill with

water. Aunt would have groused

at the inclement weather. In the future,

whenever there is rain, I shall be cast

back to your graveside. Throwing earth

and flowers onto your casket. Whilst

I live, I shall always mourn for you.

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