A Nightmare

You have your grandmas face

it’s beautiful

And haunting

Like your shadow

Betraying you in the dark

Like a tree

Transformed into an illusion

When the moon shares its light

Sometimes when you laugh

Her chin appears on your face

And it scares me

Cause her blood is in you

Deep red with a veiled purpose

My sweet girl

With your grandmas blood

That craves for a monster.

A nightmare.

Middle Child

I accept a call from a prison inmate.

It’s my little brother with a silly name.

Looney.

Not cause he’s crazy

or cause he loves the antics of bugs bunny.

My mom started calling him that when he was a baby.

These calls are a dollar a minute.

Looney and my older sister don’t speak.

So he calls me whenever he gets in trouble

So I charged my debit card 10 dollars.

Leaving me 4 in my account.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“Yeah, I’m good. Could you call rah?”

Rah is his girlfriend.

I was in the middle of washing dishes.

I dried my hands and merged the calls.

He talked to her like it was just another day.

I left the phone on speaker.

On mute.

I went into the living room

and told my boyfriend

How stressed I was.