
Honey, the kids aren’t doing alright this time around –
Our screaming from dusk till dawn is not like the movies have shown
And The Death Watch is making its rounds.
But honey, it’s not that gruesome, we didn’t hit hard –
The big sister got what’s coming, the little sister learned how to sprint
And how to keep up the guard.
And Hun, it’s not unusual, violence is what keeps us together –
A vulture and its prey… Which one of them is the killer? Do we even care
If they’re birds of a feather?
Honey, the little one seems traumatized, should we be quiet –
Or should she learn the rules to being her mother’s daughter already
Before starting a riot?
Oh, Hun, she’s not taking the yelling and fists too well –
Are we not normalizing the scenery enough with the props and all?
Will she hate us if she dwells?
***
“Honey, Honey, the kids aren’t doing alright still, I’m sorry to break it.
One of you under the ground, the other continuing the legacy of trauma –
It is not my place to strangle your stamina or shake it
But you could have picked a better melodrama
Than the lives you ruined by trying to make it.”
-JW