Wednesday 19 March 2014

Alone

Alone

The security blanket 
didn't turn up 
to my brother's wedding.
Just his name in golden hand
staring from the emptiness beside me.

My father, drunk
smoked a cigar,
Lurched outside to vomit.
I cried and watched
as the last of my security was expelled with force
into the gutter.

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