Some feel that all should be right with the world,

that their families must be perfect,

that their careers must be perfect,

that their marriages must be perfect.

The slightest crack

fucks up everything

like some curse of the gods, unliftable,

a bad luck inscribed in blood and double helix.

For them, life’s tragedy bursts through optimism’s dam,

and seas of torments follow.

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