i heard mom
said amelia was dead.
she drowned
in her own
smoke. i did
not cry, i wondered
if she had anything
to tell me when
she disappeared from
this world.
but i must know before
she had told me, must
i not?
i am
h e r,
after all.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
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