In Colorado my mother did lots of *******.
On clouded days, she'd take some pills and try to feel the rain.
The snow felt warm,
the air was dry.
She watched the people passing by.
Her bones grew sharp,
her tongue grew dull.
Her mind melted away.
She started to wonder if she'd wake up another day.

They made her leave,
they tapped her brain.
My mother never was the same.