For Mom Poem by maya crisol

For Mom

Rating: 5.0


the foul stench of your putrid flesh
haunting me even in my little death
You were there lounging on deathbed
The hideous smell of rotten eggs
Room darkens with hate and gore
Raw wounds exposed to the core
I can barely breathe...I abhorred...you
I am sorry...
I should be guilty...

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