Ode to Mother III

We would spend days here
It still feels like you
I can still taste you
It's bitter now

skin

My body will soon no longer feel like an extremity 

cover

gone over

These photos are a couple years old.

breathe slow

I no longer need you
One eighty with eyes filled with pride
Because I let you fuck me again
And you’ll sleep soundly
Because you got what you wanted
Then called it love
And I’ll lay here sweating
Because I need to let it out somehow
But my eyes are a river that
Dried a long time ago
I’m still trying to breathe slow

Ode to Mother II

Your mind is the most beautiful part
But it was never whole
And you buried me

sea sole