MOM'S BED
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it's been a few months now. you left and everything went silent. nothing has ever been the same.
it's almost like when we were kids and i woke up alone that night. the bathroom light was on but you weren't in it. tv static hummed to deaf ears. beds were made but where were you?
i guess you crawled in bed with mom and you never told me. she said you had a nightmare, that the world never seemed as scary. it was ablaze, and in a fury our house went up in flames.
i didn't know it became the very reason why you kept a light on. convinced it could keep a childhood nightmare from coming alive.
i wish it worked for me.
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BOTTLED STARDUST
Poetryೃ⁀➷ poetry/prose from the viewpoint of a mournful heart ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ || story contains content relating to grieving and loss. thank you for reading ♡ 🏅#15 in poetry
