The sun is up
you're in the kitchen again.
How do you do it?
Yesterday you cried in my arms.
Today you're making breakfast.
Tomorrow you'll make breakfast again.
Won't you rest?
Cry some more at least.
Break down and scream for a bit.
But all I hear is the sound of your singing as you put the dishes away.
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Animalistic
Short StoryA collective three part series of my inner most sensitive thoughts, experiences and revelations. Through tragedy and trauma, loss and hope; I've gathered all of my memories and emotions during that time and placed them here. For the curious minds...
