preacha
Bluelighter
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I haven't written anything in around two years so I decided to try and shit something out in ten minutes. not trying to impress, moreso trying to apologise for how badly it reads (but now if you compare the post time with the edit time, you'll think it took 2 hours. Anyway...)
My elbow
jabbed two centimeters into my side
when she sat adjacent to me in an airport lounge,
whispering to her husband in a foreign tongue.
Both were speckled liberally with liver spots;
looking like a preschooler's easter arts & craft project
exposed to a blistering summer afternoon's sun and forgotten by youth.
She smelled of
old milk and
old clothes only adorned for special occasions.
I could tell, as she reeked of mothballs.
She reminded me of my grandmother;
the one who called for me on her deathbed.
Her irish lilt spilt moans of my name
Unaware of my whereabouts as she withered
Her irish lilt spilt moans of my name
and at 8.43 news of her passing was delivered
Irish lilt, mothballs and milk
Uttered succcinctly in a hardly laboured breath
Irish lilt, mothballs and milk
I was informed by my mother two days after her death
My elbow
jabbed two centimeters into my side
when she sat adjacent to me in an airport lounge,
whispering to her husband in a foreign tongue.
Both were speckled liberally with liver spots;
looking like a preschooler's easter arts & craft project
exposed to a blistering summer afternoon's sun and forgotten by youth.
She smelled of
old milk and
old clothes only adorned for special occasions.
I could tell, as she reeked of mothballs.
She reminded me of my grandmother;
the one who called for me on her deathbed.
Her irish lilt spilt moans of my name
Unaware of my whereabouts as she withered
Her irish lilt spilt moans of my name
and at 8.43 news of her passing was delivered
Irish lilt, mothballs and milk
Uttered succcinctly in a hardly laboured breath
Irish lilt, mothballs and milk
I was informed by my mother two days after her death
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