every time I return here
my facade is up
I am not myself
my mother's face
h o l l o w s
me into an empty shell
ready to be filled again
by my own blood and tears
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
e m p t y
every time I return here
my facade is up
I am not myself
my mother's face
h o l l o w s
me into an empty shell
ready to be filled again
by my own blood and tears
