
Those rifts in our roots
where a shattered soul bleeds through
keep our dreams grounded

Those rifts in our roots
where a shattered soul bleeds through
keep our dreams grounded

Scarred, marred, and thorny
relationships;ย cast aside,
felled trees on sidewalks.

Wintry sun, the son,
radiating defiance,
against trees, parents.

Greying in stages,
varying shapes and sizesโ
trees, our grandmothers.
Father introduces us to his bossโhis third son first, first second, and me last. Middle-class parents fixated on grades, Iโd tell the adoption agent twenty years later.
Day 29 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: fixated.