Mom Always Told Me – April, 25, 2020

Grief, life, love, poetry 1 Minute

Scared of the fury

That lies tucked in

Escaping

Stale juices

I teeter and totter

Never aware

Bound to pounce

Leaking and merging

Into limbo

Passing

On and on and on

Feverishly

Panting

The covers tossed

Across the room

Landing

Scattered and

Messy

But

Still there

Under-lying-ly knowing

You have to

Make the bed

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