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19. One of the last things she said to me was how wrong it is to live a lie

why lie?
the web spins larger
and deeper
the bigger it grows
the harder to escape
mother
you were right
it's wrong to live a lie
heart in my stomach
it all now means nothing

a bed of red roses
coffin to comfort the dead
why does it matter
what you look like in the ground?
it's not like there's anyone down there
to impress

I love you mother
I miss you
I thank you for the advice
one day there'll be something
for me to give you
so I can show you how much you
helped me
but thank you
for telling me
it's wrong to live a lie
i'm now blooming
vines tangling and flowers growing tall
no more space to lie
when there's petals all over the wall

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