Dear Uncle


Published April 22, 2023
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The Montclarion
Grieving is the hardest feeling to confess.

The silence coursing through my ears,

Replaying boundlessness.

My focus on infinity,

Fugacious senselessness.

Grotesque fluorescent balls of light,

The veins of broken stars.

I caught him sleeping with a smile,

My mother purged her guard.

Confusion cursed my heart with grief,

My stomach filled with stone,

Why must he smile with such relief?

He left me all alone.

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