We remember her
by the eyes only, two
three dimensional black holes
of blood and bad dreams diluted
we hold them with our teeth the way
she used to hold her tongue
with her lips her
shrinking lips for she had a way
of shortening them, the upper petals
diminished
in poor taste, I said. But she never
listened to me with her
starlet dreams and starlit breath emanating
betrayal and I
my eyes double-folded my cheeks
burning with displacement and shame
thrust my paws through the heart
of her disease. I never failed
to remind her
of a dying mother.
Multitudes 
a startlingly beautiful piece of writing. so lovely…. thank you for sharing.
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Thank you 🙂
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you’re very welcome. i look forward to reading more of your writing. i like the darkness and imagery i find there.
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Well that means a lot coming from you! I just went through your posts and simply adore your poetry.
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thank you – that means a lot to me. i just write from the heart. xx
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I can see that. your poems are very touching.
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thanks x
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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