Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2016
8/3
You were scared of a movie one night
Your mother sat on your bed
Reading aloud from a book of magic.

Now
You sleep with the magic under your pillow.

You went away to be better
Left the magic in your bones
Now your mother reads aloud
From her mind
Through a cell phone.

Somebody
Touched you
Where you did not want to be touched.
Where is the book?
Now you are living with a scary movie.

Now you are living with your skin
Your tears
Your soul
You are living with you.
ro verma
Written by
ro verma
315
   Lior Gavra
Please log in to view and add comments on poems