Incomplete

Tired of being—

the laugh of the joke,

Summer's night had a sky blue,

I remember very clearly

She was all of my words spoken,

but choked became the reality

Sugar, sugar

molasses brown

sweet like cereal milk

Good for nothing

but making babies ex

called me shady ...

All was clamor where they'd play,

but silence became of the lambs; ...

She self medicated

the tension between us,

headaches <...

Broken,

not an x-ray

nor color knew her bruise, <...

Surrendered to sorrow

precious broken hearteds