I have my mothers hands
Bony fingers, veins visible to the forearm
Circular scars around the elbow
I don’t feel right drinking, doing drugs
Mom always in my head,
Grey and black hair
Wrinkling slowly with red gums
I hold my girl close, the same silky bedsheets
spotted comforter I spent Saturday mornings in
I hold her tight when we ****
I don’t want her lap to leave mine
When she leaves in the morning I can’t help it
Laying naked with messy hair, alone
And my black hole thoughts run between my ears
I can hear them between walls
Voices telling me to give my life to something else
staying here where the roots grow
or parting when the leaves blow
Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 2:45 PM UTC
I have my mothers hands
Bony fingers, veins visible to the forearm
Circular scars around the elbow
I don’t feel right drinking, doing drugs
Mom always in my head,
Grey and black hair
Wrinkling slowly with red gums
I hold my girl close, the same silky bedsheets
spotted comforter I spent Saturday mornings in
I hold her tight when we ****
I don’t want her lap to leave mine
When she leaves in the morning I can’t help it
Laying naked with messy hair, alone
And my black hole thoughts run between my ears
I can hear them between walls
Voices telling me to give my life to something else
staying here where the roots grow
or parting when the leaves blow
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