glass jars aren't safe anymore so we'll throw them all away
forgetting the words for that thing
in that place
that keeps everything cold
chips but they aren't chips
the see through white cereal
that place we went where they had the big and little things
watching her blink, and wonder what will disappear next
the softest bits of brain hardening
turning black, burning
ash separating and slowly floating up
found deep in the woods by vultures circling above
sent from god, they said
god in the form of vultures helped us find her
god is good
"when do you think I'll die?" she asked
"how long do you think I have?"
and I think, who will be my mother
Jun 24, 2025
Jun 24, 2025 at 5:21 PM UTC
glass jars aren't safe anymore so we'll throw them all away
forgetting the words for that thing
in that place
that keeps everything cold
chips but they aren't chips
the see through white cereal
that place we went where they had the big and little things
watching her blink, and wonder what will disappear next
the softest bits of brain hardening
turning black, burning
ash separating and slowly floating up
found deep in the woods by vultures circling above
sent from god, they said
god in the form of vultures helped us find her
god is good
"when do you think I'll die?" she asked
"how long do you think I have?"
and I think, who will be my mother