clouds
someone says they look like horses
another says cats
you see fire
and it is burning your people
the crops have all been ruined
your father scrapes one of the burnt roots with his old knife
underneath the root is still alive
he gives it to you
says it will grow
forgets you were never a farmer
you ask him to show you how
father laughs
he can't do it either
still doesn't know what he wants to be when he grows up
but all those years
he never had time to talk to you
you have more reason to hate him than anyone
what do you want me to do?
he asks
die
you whisper under your breath
diiie
but not loud enough for him to hear
like there's a pane of glass standing between you
is that glass bullet proof?
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