My cloth mother is cold
She doesn't cry for me
Or care to know me
She's quiet, her chest cavity isn't empty
The stuffed cotton makes a thud that tells of the same unfeeling
I press my ear against her side, to try and feel her breathing
But there's nothing
She's soft but there's nothing
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Author:
talyajayne (
Offline) - Published: February 6th, 2025 01:20
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Comments2
That is a quite touching and haunting write, well expressed
Why thank you! That means a lot 🙂
You are very welcome
BRAVO Z
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