Mother
I’m not looking for easier.
I’m striving for better.
You have broadcasted your pain
projected your suffering
your sorrow you think you’re hiding seeps out with the smoke under your door.
You fill your pipe denial
breath deep
hold
exhale
I hope you feel better.
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