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little mother
it was scant morning when i felt your loss jostle me from my slumber
to rip through me like serrated teeth to the point of breathlessness.
C̴̍̄Ŕ̸̈Y̶͒̕,̸͒̚ ̷͊͑C̴͒́R̵͑̿Ỳ̸̿ ̵TEARS ̷͗̓T̸̂͠H̸̿̚A̸̾̕T̷̅͝ ̴̅͒A̵͋REN'T ̓M̸̽̓E̷͊͘Ä̴̚Ṅ̵͗T̶̒͘ ̸̕͝F̴OR YOŬ̴̅.̴́̅ ̸̅͠
shhh, but yet a whisper that knew of your demise and left me in writhing, coiling A̵̢̱̬̤͍̞͕͈͆̀̀̉̔̈́̅͂͊̍̈́̑͜͝͠͝G̶̳͎͖̱̣͎̥̥̗̳̯͆͛̍̈́̇̑̋̒̚͜͝O̴̱̮͇͚͙̭̻̖̜̱̭̯̹͕̿͛̎̌͆̉̆͂N̸̝͚̝͖͙̘͇̞͠Y̸̢̹͔̥̪̪͖͖̯̤͖̑̿̇́̓͊̊.
i feel like, losing, losing, my mind is slowly fragmented as all that i've ever known
has been wrenched from my grasp. in it's place grew a new seed, a healthy seed, a family of love
and yet -
a̴̠͗l̴̒̓l̵̀̒ ̶̹́i̷̦͋ ̸͑͘w̸͝ant̵̽ is my̴̌ mom͇m̵̓͝y̵͚͝.̵͊͝ ̷̎̅
how long must atlas carry this weight upon their shoulders, i'm c r u m b l i n g.
to rip through me like serrated teeth to the point of breathlessness.
C̴̍̄Ŕ̸̈Y̶͒̕,̸͒̚ ̷͊͑C̴͒́R̵͑̿Ỳ̸̿ ̵TEARS ̷͗̓T̸̂͠H̸̿̚A̸̾̕T̷̅͝ ̴̅͒A̵͋REN'T ̓M̸̽̓E̷͊͘Ä̴̚Ṅ̵͗T̶̒͘ ̸̕͝F̴OR YOŬ̴̅.̴́̅ ̸̅͠
shhh, but yet a whisper that knew of your demise and left me in writhing, coiling A̵̢̱̬̤͍̞͕͈͆̀̀̉̔̈́̅͂͊̍̈́̑͜͝͠͝G̶̳͎͖̱̣͎̥̥̗̳̯͆͛̍̈́̇̑̋̒̚͜͝O̴̱̮͇͚͙̭̻̖̜̱̭̯̹͕̿͛̎̌͆̉̆͂N̸̝͚̝͖͙̘͇̞͠Y̸̢̹͔̥̪̪͖͖̯̤͖̑̿̇́̓͊̊.
i feel like, losing, losing, my mind is slowly fragmented as all that i've ever known
has been wrenched from my grasp. in it's place grew a new seed, a healthy seed, a family of love
and yet -
a̴̠͗l̴̒̓l̵̀̒ ̶̹́i̷̦͋ ̸͑͘w̸͝ant̵̽ is my̴̌ mom͇m̵̓͝y̵͚͝.̵͊͝ ̷̎̅
how long must atlas carry this weight upon their shoulders, i'm c r u m b l i n g.
Published 15th Jun 2023
Author's Note
my grandmother just passed away and my mom is missing. there is no rhyme or reason, just pure, unfiltered emotion.
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