Broken
My heart broken
Sliced
Cut
So deeply
Tiny incisions
They hurt the most
Paper cuts
Thinly
The pain lasts longer that way
The loss I feel
Seeping out in the quiet of the harrowing nights
You break your heart everyday
The moment you wake up
And live without her
Now from inside
It does it of its own free will
My heart is crying
Dying
Disfiguring
Disforming
Birth cord cut like at birth
My Mum died...
Copyright © Jo Hayton | Year Posted 2009
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