I inherited my mothers lost tongue...
when she dropped it, i
picked it up.
in it, i found both her
fire, and her hidden words.
i inherited my father's bitter wounds;
every time one opened up,
a piece of me grew to douse it
in alcohol, and
in tears.
i was given both a lock and a key,
and the need to stitch things
Closed.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 2:21 AM UTC
I inherited my mothers lost tongue...
when she dropped it, i
picked it up.
in it, i found both her
fire, and her hidden words.
i inherited my father's bitter wounds;
every time one opened up,
a piece of me grew to douse it
in alcohol, and
in tears.
i was given both a lock and a key,
and the need to stitch things
Closed.
