the universe doesn't recognize your suffering
and my dead mother doesn't care that I am bleeding
or that I am empty, save the sadness in my throat
BUT IF SHE WERE STILL ALIVE
she'd sit me up on the counter next to the sink
and pour peroxide on my skin knees
(that I got the moment all the air left my body all at once and I came crashing into reality)
no, if my mom were here
she's wrap me up in all the blankets in the house
and make a fort out of the couch
and give me glasses of ginger ale
because it's supposed to help with stomach aches
but it's my heart the's hurting
so how do you remedy this situation?
because I don't remember the last thing you said to me, Mom
and afterall
it feels like I will bleed for an eternity