she crumbled into
herself
where had it all gone so
wrong?
she had failed her own
child
they say she
didn't
but why else did her baby end up in a bathtub of
blood?
tell me, she screamed
tell me,
how to be
when my child is dead and
gone
the wine glass shattered against the
wall
YOU ARE READING
tell me how to be
PoesíaNO.1 in #loveisdead **trigger warning** a disjointed poetry volume that spans through the topics of politics, self harm, rape, abuse, eating disorders, feminism so on and so forth.. scroll through the contents and there might be something that you...
