My father was verbally belligerent at best.
My mother was walking bipolar-
shifting from erratic to comatose-
with the factor of change being drink.
My sister was a celestial force unknown-
her flame drowned before her time to shine.
I was a lethargic, "eh,"
holding onto air with
all my strength while
forever falling endlessly,
tumbling into oblivion.
The plus side is that
none of us made it out alive.