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Merry Christmas, Mother

I scream Merry Christmas into blackness; and the blackness is Outer Space, where sounds are stillborn. I shudder under death lighted silver and blue. I scream Merry Christmas.    

Posted byKindra M. AustinDecember 25, 2017December 25, 2017Posted inPoetry, Prose, WritingTags:Christmas, Death, Mother, prose poetry15 Comments on Merry Christmas, Mother
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