Mother Your mum is dead. Those abhorrent, poisonous words Haunting my every thought. A bane. An anathema. I will never see her again. A repugnant, bilious truth. Severed, plucked from #life, Unripe fruit, sour and bile. Pain keen, knife of ice. Jagged wounds, weeping. Warmth of love now winter cold. My heart consigned to Mother Earth.
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