toots is the only thing keeping me grounded. keeping me 'here'.
without her...i'd simply...let go...and float...away.
i am a walking shell of who i was.
a portal of pain.
so deep, it pours out of my pores when i am not looking,
beckoning to hungry souls who feed off of the broken
(and that is who i am)
a mom who smiles and tickles and kisses throughout the day,
and cries and screams and seeps out throughout the night
into sheets drenched in tears and sweat and prayers
and pleas that go unanswered.
a portal of pain.
so deep, it pours out of my pores when i am not looking,
beckoning to hungry souls who feed off of the broken
(and that is who i am)
a mom who smiles and tickles and kisses throughout the day,
and cries and screams and seeps out throughout the night
into sheets drenched in tears and sweat and prayers
and pleas that go unanswered.
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