WiltedWings Posted August 15, 2013 Share Posted August 15, 2013 My mother's lips move but all I hear is thunderThe hollow sound of her heavy smile mimics laughterAs it echoes far away in my head I run outside, her memories chasing meThe rain kissing my barbed-wire skinWith ice, creating a new layer of fragility Over my glass-cut suit of armorLightning laces the sky and shocks my heartDestroying every reminder of staying strongThe salt of the rain creates a river of emptinessRevealing who it is I look like for the first timeI am too shy to cry in front of the mirrorsThat drown me in her yesterdays, those reflections Whose eyes I try desperately to avoid The same way my older brother looks away from meAnd when mourning comes once againI have to refrain from using the jagged edgesOf broken silhouettes to cut off my face and remove The burden of wearing the woman I didn't love enough Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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