mother murder

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.