Red Vomit

Tue, 05/10/2016 - 23:16 -- baymaka

Dead, dead, is she ahead?

Did she quit while she was ahead?

 Am I behind while the floor is soaked red?  Dead, dead, look at her head.  Is she alive or is she dead?  Maybe she's right, the words she never said.  Dead, dead, mommy is dead. 

This poem is about: 
My family

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