Wherein the Holidays

Wherein the

holidays

smite mine effort

eth

eff

eth

impress me

You can go there where we

sundry sickening

stymied

busters

sendoff standoff

sour our souls

without burial at knowledge and haste

without trimester of waste

laying bare

in the snow.

There’s not much there

There’s no success

My mother’s work situation

And the unspoken truths of the family

Hive mind, but no one thinks it’s amazing

It’s normal

What is the neurocognitive mechanism behind this form of communication?

What makes them (my family) so strong (against me?)

Playing What Remains of Edith Finch

Warms my actual home

The one that is usually

Deserted