Tag: mom

  • in the mirror

    my legs crossed  in front of my porcelain sink  staring at my own reflection my cheeks perk as i see burnt bronze eyes  crowded by soft lines  same rusted eyes  i would gaze at from two feet tall  the corners of my mouth drop i will always see the world through my mother’s eyes Read more

  • I Wonder What it’s Like to Have A Mom

    I’m scared that I’m going to regret all the time I haven’t spoken to my mom when I die…I just feel like a daughter should have her mother, but she makes me feel like shit. I’m constantly asked by new people why I don’t speak with my mother, and I’m usually able to dodge the Read more