I put down the phone blubbing
though you didn't know, or care, admit it
I still haven't squeezed out all of the mush you created inside me
your voice comforts me,
a bed of squishy ripe damsons
where i lay cackling, legs flailing, eyes set.
If u would only take control
then perhaps my sub-conscience would
begin to forget
It's strange though,the damage is done
the hole in my heart sealed with lead
and all the complications that come rushing
each time we speak
serve only to harden me more as i grow;become stronger
in place of all that wasn't said
'dad' |
Submission Name: draft
