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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