As the torrent of bile
rains down on my head
I try to remember
love and respect,
those pallbearers
of familial love,
apparently.

Premature judgements
ejaculate
from your lips,
poisoning my cursed existence
in misplaced tones
of purplish hue.

Cutting me down
to my shivering core,
you clutch
your comfort blanket,
soaked in tears of resignation
cried by tired red eyes.