Family
The Rascally Radcliffs!
Oh, gather 'round folks, let me spin you a tale, Of a family so wild, they make a monkey's tail. First up, we have the husband, a real ladies' man, He's got a chick on his arm wherever he can. Sneaking out at night, he's quite the charmer, But his wife's no fool, she knows all the drama.
By Chuks Gad Nwaigwe2 years ago in Poets
A blue summer
“Ask me in December,” my darling whispers to me in bed. I'm cold, shivering under the blankets. Under the second part of our story with us possibly dead. “Why are you so cold? Come closer to my side,” Duck cries. I can't hear his crying nor can I see it in the dark. I feel the wetness of his face against my skin. It warms my heart like a heat lamp. I am sorry. So sorry. It kills me when I can't save you. You're my family, my true love, Darling. But I feel us disappearing after every death, every strike against us, like a cleaver or an ax against our handholding, severing our tight embrace with their judgment. Their indifference. We aren't the perfect definition for a family. “When can we move out of this place? We need to leave before they come to try and separate us again…” I tremble in his arms. Duck sighs, cheeks drying. “Ask me in December, Red.”
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
