Wrote this the other night after seeing pictures sent to me by a friend. I won't even try to explain it. Here you go...
Happy family, 1/1/08
Guilt and rage sat on the stairs
silently contemplating each other
rage's eyes darting
while holding a rigid stance -
Like a black sky before a storm -
(like her suppression).
Guilt sheepishly bit at her hangnails
nervously avoiding the cameraman
- Lust -
whose telephoto lens hit the middle of the scene
That space - a barometric truce.
meanwhile innocence played nearby, and
melancholy made a meal of them all.
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