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Lonely Places

I was a man who didn’t live alone,
until winter ‘53. We were snowed in
for two months straight. I watched
my family getting thinner, struggling,
trying to live. The first went,
the youngest, she was only sixteen months.
It’s best that I forget her name.

If the price of being a…

(Source: synonymsforfailure)

You knew I was coming for you, little one,
when the kettle jumped into the fire.
Towels flapped on the hooks,
and the dog crept off, groaning,
to the deepest part of the woods.

In the hackles of dry brush a thin laughter started up.
Mother scolded the food warm and smooth in the pot
and…