xix. "MOTHER, WHAT WAS GRANDMA'S LAST WORDS?"
she cradled death within her own hands,
her mouth barely moving as she tried to
mutter her last words. i told her that it's okay,
she can let go now. that i'd be okay without her.
that was the last time i lied to my mother.
YOU ARE READING
what tomorrow brings.
Poetryxvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3
