Fallen p e t a l s ✔️

Poetry from the garden of my soul. A collection of moments from my heart to yours.

The Maggies

Among the salt-licked tombstones and the blood-red roses, my mother's fragile sanity shatters and she is slowly driven to madness. My mother believes I, her only living child, is a ghost haunting her. But I am flesh and blood...am I not? A bereft mother believes her only living child is a ghost haunting her. In the gl...