Years, hours, numbers roll by.

Washed up on the shoreline, messy.

How a frown stood out from the bundle.

It’s arm length, affection starts small.

Stuck in a box together, ones dead, ones alive.

Barely breathing, it’s okay.

It’s warm enough.

Burns pretty on the inside.

It might sting, though.

Lost in your glow, lost to melding our insides as one.

Tangled as blood,

twisted by skin,

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Father often said to me, ‘saw the Devil in you, boy’. The light long gone from his eyes, son offered out of mercy with the cross of Jesus Christ grinding into his bare chest, bleeding with a single pray repeatedly on knees. Pleading sobbing, trembled before his wife’s joy underneath shadows.

He passed. Left paintings of, to me, everything else to a daughter kept as a family secret.

The paint w...