‘’once my eyes
finally shut and
my chest rises
no more, i want
my mom there
i want her kind
hands to hold my
dead ones;
rubbing the nails
i had bitten just
earlier that day
i want her soft
voice to hum that
delicate lullaby;
the one lullaby
she sang me
to bed with;
about the stars
and how they
twinkled so
brightly
i want the
smell of cigarettes
and her expensive
shampoo to
surround me in
my last moments
because it’s the
only thing that
truly brings
me comfort
i want to hear
the stories she
never told me
about herself;
all the secrets left
untold
if she isn’t
there holding
my hand,
humming a
soft lullaby,
or recounting the
past . . .
you may leave
me to rest in
a coffin beneath
the snow with a
godless prayer
if she isn’t there,
if she never was,
i don’t know
what i’d do.’’
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 11:38 AM UTC
‘’once my eyes
finally shut and
my chest rises
no more, i want
my mom there
i want her kind
hands to hold my
dead ones;
rubbing the nails
i had bitten just
earlier that day
i want her soft
voice to hum that
delicate lullaby;
the one lullaby
she sang me
to bed with;
about the stars
and how they
twinkled so
brightly
i want the
smell of cigarettes
and her expensive
shampoo to
surround me in
my last moments
because it’s the
only thing that
truly brings
me comfort
i want to hear
the stories she
never told me
about herself;
all the secrets left
untold
if she isn’t
there holding
my hand,
humming a
soft lullaby,
or recounting the
past . . .
you may leave
me to rest in
a coffin beneath
the snow with a
godless prayer
if she isn’t there,
if she never was,
i don’t know
what i’d do.’’
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