I started to believe that the raindrops have colours, Cade.
My mum finally went home today.
Her eyes are gleaming a thousand glitters and stars sewn together to create the flawless shade of grey, lips an upside down arch of full pink roses tended by a love of an angel's kiss. Skin like the finest porcelain so smooth and supple and safe and warm. Oh mother, how could you look so warm when I felt so cold?
How could you stand there with sparks and glamour whilst
your
own
beloved
daughter
is
screaming
pleading
yelling
right
under
your
l o v e r ' s
yoke?
- linc
/
/
|
\
die
YOU ARE READING
Ribcage
Poetry❝ Hearts are wild creatures, that is why our ribs are cages. ❞ © nate k. 2014
