I count the petals that fall from the sky
Walking on leaves that are making sound
Humming a song between you and me
Submerged in wine, it is hard to breathe

Yellow paper tulips I leave behind
Storybooks you crafted by your hands
Mother's red dress found in pieces
Shredded up papers of your words

I wish for once you will listen
See that I am imperfect
Hear me as I start to scream
Save me before I drown in wine

You hate yourself for what you did
I know you felt the pain of my death
Just know that even after all of this
I will choose to be your daughter again



© Sofia Villagrana 2019