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Birth Mother


Her memory lingers over my trudging corpse

Numb

Waves of sorrow and fear flow through my veins

Pushing and pulling me under

Drowning me at her leisure

 

What was once peachy, has evolved to dull seeping flesh

Filled with warmth a soul slowly turns shivering

No one noticed them

The crack of thunder breaks upon my skin

Forever tainting my heart black and blue

 

Physically but not mentally will I recover

She is a familiar face, with not a name

Neglected

My stomach began to consume itself

Praying for food, love, and the will to continue

 

Left on the curbside, I still love her

How can my heart be so dark yet swelling with love

Ghost

her memory

and I

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