your mother might have called you something sweet once. sweet like berries and like the syrupy medicine you took when you were sick. sweet like honey-milk-tea and sugar blossoms and candy. but your mother is no more, and you are far too bitter to be called something as sweet as she.
YOU ARE READING
cigarette smoke.
RandomGOD GIRL || drowning in the abyss that is you. POETRY, 𝙟𝙪𝙙𝙚!
