Strong

They always said that men were supposed to be strong 
But once the flat line droned, a mother and a wife on her deathbed 
My father didn't even act like anything was ever wrong
He just laughed and cackled, as if he couldn't believe human fragility could so easily make us wake up dead. 








-anna sluder 

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