mother murder
By Mahan K
Published 22 September 2023
My love…
Burns to a crisp
I deny her death.
There are no more tears landing on the ground
And no more is the rumble of her anger striking.
I miss you,
I need you,
But deny your worth.
Like life on earth,
I'm lost.
In my dry mind,
Thinking of nothing but the fruit of the vine,
I lay on the dead grass, dizzy.
Thinking of her.
I feel as thirsty as a plant,
But I feel no more.
I die on the dry dead floor.
For it to be all to be…no more.
I awake in the sky.
All we did was lie.