Legends

Mama always said the illness smeared its oily sable ink down our whole entire family tree and did not stop or skip a single branch. Mixing brown cracks with sludge makes minds break, makes minds fracture into jagged chunks. Resentment turns to clarity turns to experience. The wise one knows no one can resist its slippery grip. I will not be the first or the last. What saves sanity and sobriety eludes us all. Brings fist fights, inpatient hospital stays, both the pipe and the bottle. Onyx tracks seep down bark, trunks, and trickles down through the roots.