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Indigo Clouds Above - 1. Indigo Clouds Above
Indigo clouds above
How fitting
Susie told me to come here today and pray
Now that your life has gone away
I wasn’t by Susie’s side
in the pew
During your view
But mother was there
But she didn’t even offer you a stare
I think it’s fair
Mom wasn’t there for you
Mom was there, by Susie’s side,
(By Susie in the pew)
For Susie; but, not for you
Any way
So here I am
By Susie’s request
(I guess this is her test)
She also told me to come and bring you flowers
Any way
So here I am
With three long stems of
Festiva Maxima
Herbaceous Peonies
Huge, pure white double flowers
With vivid flecks of crimson
Showy bouquet
(Fragrant too)
Stems are almost 3 feet long
I was three once
Myself
Puny
Peony
Me
Little Angel Sebastian
Back then all I wanted was your love
Indigo
Daddy dear
That was you
keeper of my soul
You isolated me from it
Because of
That frightful morning
What a bind
I was dressed in white
Beautiful white flower
What a fright
I was dressed in white
Angel Sebastian
Mommy ca’s me Angel
Likes too dress me white
White shoes too
“Mommy’s okay Sussana,
Hold your brother’s hand
While I close the door.”
Need to close the door…
“Mommy, daddy got he’a;
He angry,
Daddy don’t !”
Fist hits Mommy’s lower lip
Lip cut open by lower teeth
Inner skin splits
Mommy bleeds
I too close
It raining red on me
Hate you daddy!
Hate you ! !
Pure white double flower
Now with vivid flecks of crimson
Any way
Here I am now
Getting wet
It’s beginning to rain
Indigo blue
Always wanting
Indigo blue hue
Always wanting to love you
But I still hate you
I’m not forgiving
Keeper of my soul
Now my soul’s isolated from me
And I’m none forgiving
Rain harder Indigo cloud
Hide my tears from that beast under foot
There is no more fear in me
I let that fear go long ago
But not the hate
I’m too close to you here
You fathered me
Rain is intensifying
But the rain can’t wash the crimson
From the four flowers
Three and me
Mom still calls me Angel
She would like to see me in white
White shoes too
Why choose to?
I have no choice
I’m none forgiving
I still hate you
- 5
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