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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