These thoughts came in flooding
Crackling like dry grass on fire.
Rattling like chariots
As in the book of Joel:
Rushing against the City
Running over walls
Climbing the houses
Getting in through the windows like thieves.

My heart bleeds for you dear brother.
Your mother despises you.
A glance at you, disgust immediately choke her puke out in profuse.
Grief evident all over her face when thinking about you.

She regrets carrying you to term.
Whenever your name is mentioned Hot red tears escape her eyes just like the pus of a septic...