Mom •

when you can't delete your voicemails,
wondering if it's the last time
you'll hear them speak.
~ That feeling.

Mom •

I watch her sway,
back and forth,
as she chugs another glass,
displaying no remorse.
~ I wish you'd let me help you.

Mom •

do you know what it feels like?
to study diseases your mother can’t recover from?
~ I wish I didn't.

Mom •

her ventilator turns on
& I hear a loud beep
coughing and choking follow
as the phlegm starts to seep
~I don’t want to lose you

Mom •

I know I wasn’t the favorite child,
but I was still your child

Mom •

the eggs cracked upon my mothers hair,
streaming down her cheeks,
leaving d r i p s of sunshine,
screaming for a better tomorrow