Mom finally saw it, a hellish vision, my brother. –Natalie Diaz
skin eating corrosive bacteria sinking invading into our mom
as we drown in rising tides of debt with heads struggling to hope finally
for a steady breath from beneath Burden's foot no one saw
or hoped to see the whispers and glances underneath bubbled skin contorting it
to twist and bend the inner snap into the outward breaking down a
pitfall so deep so dark so hard to reach but when reached such a hellish
burning loathe smothers the once guiding light into scathing abyss like a vision
through the black stained glass of the church windows with taunting eyes dancing above my
hollow warmth encased in mahogany weighted down by bloomless thorns from my burden my brother
