and then there were six

and then there were six

Monday, June 2, 2014

Chicken Blood

Yesterday I watched my dad kill off the last of our 8 chickens and I caught myself smiling as the blood Hit the cement.
Maybe i'm mentally unstable.
But red blood turns brown
And autism heart turned black
And I wonder if he smiled while shooting his brother 3 times through the back.
BUT RED BLOOD TURNS BROWN
The blood made me smile but the empty coop made me cry,
It reminded me of the time me and my sister tried to make the chickens fly.
Chickens don't fly...
Neither does she
Her brown hair turns blond and her bloody scratches burn
2 years in silence really took its turn.
But blue blood turns red and red blood gets thicker
red blood gets thicker
red blood gets thicker.
Autisms' brother is dead and I was dead to my sister.
Then she asked to cut my hair and I couldn't say no
Long hair isn't important because when little sisters laugh and cry there is nothing more beautiful.
Brown blood is dry and dry blood is gone.
I loved my sister and I know Autism loved his brother.
Autism still won't hug me, that's how I know Autism can't help himself and chickens don't fly and coops become empty and so was I.


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