the kind that takes whole


hostage and

leaves the dismayed

picking through the remains

to find their charred family albums

while their babies are off

staring at ash clouds

that block the sun

holding an empty leash

     and at such a

      young age

finally understanding

accidents, permanence,

their environment’s

severity and no exits.

you always remind them

there are no exits.


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