Wilted Daisies
Childhood's games with my best buddy turned into
his father "breaking up" with me for him
in front of my mother.
All night video games binge-sessions shifted into routines of
staying in my bedroom all night
with a couple of DVDs and a bag of Spitz.
Mirrored images of disinitigrating relationships
rang through a multi-family household
like gunfire in a hollow gymnasium.
People, humans,
old and young,
slowly fracturing
all at once.
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