Sep 2017
Big, Cold, Black
I blew the candle in haste,
Said my wish after the smoke,
Tell me how to celebrate my birth,
If her body is my cake.
I blew the candle in haste,
Said my wish after the smoke,
Tell me how to celebrate my birth,
If her body is my cake.
No words can describe how painful it is to have your mother's lifeless body same as the day of your birthday.
