mother at 9 she was born when she was nineand then she was dead..does it all come with a price?!contemplating the darkness under your eyes?or the placenta from your cunt?her mother; her name was? nothere was no time for namesif only she was as she was when she was her????no more questions.mother at ninechild no more
But. So many thoughts for a cat near a cow under a crow.. But.my thoughts of you were never this cluttered..cluttered.. who writes poems with such words..cluttered.. hmm..i can see the group,standing outside..laughing at me..beyond them,i see the green fieldsandthe Ghats..i was there once, the Ghats..where the grass was always wet..kissed by leeches we ran..hmm.. yes.. the Ghats..dark..green..home.. or was it..i can see them still laughing.. at me?i can see;a crow poking my head,asking for water..*sigh*if only,i was with you..would i know your thirst..if only,my wings were as light as yours..
heartache.. as long as everyone is happy..i guess.. thats it..nothing more.. nothing less..my job is done..the pain is real isn't it?it means nothing to you,because you never see it like i do..maybe you never did..maybe you never will..but i did..and i will..and the pain is all that is left..and the pain is all that is left..and the pain is all that is left..