Charybdis
My family is grey
Gifts are running past
Unnoticed
Unseen
eyes only know the red
cold iron burns us away from
Honey
and milk
sweetened, with barley
wandering
bumping
through a hall our heads on
ceilings
caving
in for a moment
it is red
I see
I am
Grey.
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