Maternal Fuck Up
By crestfallen
What is it that surrounds me and makes my eyes so red? Why is it that I still cry for something so long dead? Searching for the answers through locked, boxed divinity, maybe I'll find her there hating my affinity. I know she left me here in hopes I'd be ok, I think she'd be ashamed if she saw her child these days. The ring I held so dear so nosthalgic of her life, no longer fits my fingers still bloodied by her knife. Written December 6th, 2001 © on Dec 06 2001 12:14 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"What is it that surrounds me..."