Mother.
Crying, a peel that rips the ear open.
Nursing, watching life drain from your sleep.
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Thoughts 'til Midnight
PoesieTwo-line poems describing every minute from 11:38 PM 'til the death of day, exploring the depth of the human experience and what it means to truly live.
11:55 PM
Mother.
Crying, a peel that rips the ear open.
Nursing, watching life drain from your sleep.