Bloody Locket

I never knew the love
of a  father brother sister mother
until I lost one or the other
and had to look inside my shattered mind
pick up the          p  i  e  c  e  s
without looking behind
the closed door faces I once thought opened love
but they locked me in tight as a glove
and here I wept till I finally knew
it was a candy box I sat and I was the jewel– the clasp
to this necklace–the family stone             p  i  e  c  e  s
broken in two only brought together by this azul jewel
so here we hang by our soring throats,

choking on hatred, each others  faults
but I’ll hold us together–the blood
of the two, the only one sharing
their DNA through…