A Nightmare

You have your grandmas face

it’s beautiful

And haunting

Like your shadow

Betraying you in the dark

Like a tree

Something beautiful

Transformed into an illusion

A monster.

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.