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My mother used to exude a more breathable oxygen when she kept on reading.
To me or to herself.
She was the trees for awhile,
the forest that gave each one of us a little collection of her air.
The color drains from both of us when the blue screen sucks out any natural light.
My sister used to hold my face tight when the flash bulb starts.
A human shaped space when the flash bulb starts.
I used to cradle my little brother in my arms and sing him childish songs of forever.
Dinosaur children orphaned by the earth munch and roam.
I want to join them somehow but my time there is gone.
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faustianGambit
This is very nice -- "My mother used to exude a more breathable oxygen when she kept on reading." is a lovely line!
Thank you
by Kathleen; ; Report