to touch something that will be kissed by death,

to hold something that will be carried by her motherly arms.

unborn miseries breathing to life, a longed blistered hope carried them away.

to talk to something sung to sleep by death,

to eat with something that will be fed love by her hands.

caged memories knocking on the door, a wild freedom gave them their peace.

to laugh with someone that will smile at death,

to embrace something that will be caressed by her fingertips.

sunken hearts etched in pain, a promise of time made their soul flutter away.

to look like something that will resemble death one day,

to remember someone that will bring us death everyday.

bruised numb ones suffering, reminiscing, forgetting every second,

a once loved being, blooming, echoing, fading every second.

this is my most raw, most vulnerable and the closest piece to my heart yet, i hope  you like it<3