Cousins
She sat in her chair with her neck tilted
Her eyes were pressed with inquiry
in anger compressed
Cousin and brother screamed with rage
You can’t just sit there staring into space
they implored,
You must respond you must connect,
Brother paced up and down the room
Rage welled up in his rib cage
Cousin sat by the door
her eyes racing now to him now to his sister
Threesome locked in time of pain from rage and sorrow
No one there to save them
Two think they will save her
She gave up long ago
What they were taught has drifted to the ocean of memory
What they were groomed for has become a mirage in the soul
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