white sheets pick at her and
spill into her sagging flesh...
They talk about scars,
But I don't even have scabs yet...
I never said this, dear martyr,
but I still remember when you punched...
In funerals,
I’m used to wearing...
When everything around me decided to
Fail...
Used
Used...
I knew I don't know the words I should utter,
So I took the seat definitely far from her...
Yellow cardigans would perpetually be
Elegant in your view but I'd forever...
It's been 5 years since you've been gone
But life still keeps moving on...
I
Four hands on a plump belly...
I never met my two grandfathers.
You can say I was born a grand-orphan...
Staring at your beautiful lifeless body
Laid so peacefully in the casket...