searing …soul crushing …relentless pain
smothering me
the fruit of my mothering …
plucked away from me …
by me ... by us
and reduced to a large plastic bag
he came to collect your belongings today
the man walked out with everything … you …
casually, like a bag of garbage
the door closes behind the man with the bag
leaving me imprisoned in my sorrow
an image of you, etched in my heart
elfin child - soft ivory skin, long chestnut lashes
intoxicating squeals of laughter
each day that passes
without you
the deeper and more palpable my loss becomes
my respirates
i do not feel alive
smothering me
the fruit of my mothering …
plucked away from me …
by me ... by us
and reduced to a large plastic bag
he came to collect your belongings today
the man walked out with everything … you …
casually, like a bag of garbage
the door closes behind the man with the bag
leaving me imprisoned in my sorrow
an image of you, etched in my heart
elfin child - soft ivory skin, long chestnut lashes
intoxicating squeals of laughter
each day that passes
without you
the deeper and more palpable my loss becomes
my respirates
i do not feel alive
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