These walls i call home
still sound screams their one decree:
"I won't die alone"
These walls still screaming
"Who's blood, who's bones still linger"
Calling their flesh home.
Early summer breeze
My mother so pale she screams
"the wind's stealing me"
YOU ARE READING
haunting
PoetryEarly summer breeze My mother so pale she screams "the wind's stealing me"