My mother has given her everything to us and it has left her empty.
She is now her hollow collar bones and her fragile veiny limbs and her sad ghostly eyes and her pale simple smile.
There is nothing left in her.
I wish to give her life again.
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Hearts
Poetry"You either get it down on paper or jump off a bridge." - Charles Bukowski Just snippets of stories I can't seem to get out of my head. All cover credit goes to the wonderful @mydearcc
