Stupor
"I want my mom back!" She screamed.
It tore my heart out, gnawed on it, tauntingly.
Began to tear it apart at the seams.
Stitch by Stitch.
But I felt my heart burst within,
it's chewing gnaw, when I heard the lie,
"I'll stop drinking, you win."
Copyright © Maria Cherub | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment