White water is starting to escalate & meet my cheeks on its way- my way of dealing with numbness of the rest of my body. Pieces of glass in my stomach, its jagged edges splintering into my belly, like there’s a broken part of me trying to cry itself out.
You were my poppy, my red, delicate flower; Too delicate to exist in this world.
You could fit so easily in my arms, like they’d been shaped just for you. From the moment you were born they were your cradle.
But the cradle was too weak to keep your tiny body safe from the raging storm.
You disappeared like everything else.
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