̶ ̶ viii. DIGEST THESE WORDS WELL.
what about the nothingness long before it started? the empty, nauseous feeling deep in your stomach every time he walked out of the door while your mother begged on the floor?
as a child, i sometimes wished the silent, awkward evenings spent with him were still existent over the screaming and the lost of hope my mother had when she watched me witness the only man in my life turn his back on us.
and now i stare into her stained glass eyes and hope she knows that all my father ever did to us,
it was never her fault.
YOU ARE READING
soon.
Poetryxvi, april. (i). cotton mouth with a heavy heart. © playlist poetry h.r. : #47
