My shadow is splayed beneath me.
She doesn't stir, the silence between us, unbearable.
My thoughts have muddled it's too early to be maudlin.
I must confess,
My aching bones have not settled
These chrysanthemums I grow perish in my arms.
They yearn for the comfort of home,
But fall is too far away
And I am afraid of change.
And to become adulterous lovers with it.

Fragility is the stability of the broken mind
Do not confuse the lies that hold the two down
To be fragile is the empowerment of the vulnerable
To be stable is the advantage of the emotional

He was always loving mother even when mother hid.
Mother was the figure that spoke sentences broken by sin
Mother was the bird in the box
Mother was the solace that had no entrance
Mother was the heat that did not waver
In his eyes,
In her