own.

December 31, 2019

a whisper of stubble brushing against my cheek,

whisper of assault, gun fire,

yet gentle hands find my own.

surgery after surgery after

telling others to mind their own

telling others to mind their own.

brother perpetually in hospital

in route to loaning herself out

she stands tall, holds her own.

i stare deeply into those i surround.

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