Am I a ghost yet?
Check for my children
Tucked in their beds
Do you see their sweet heads
Can you hear them dreaming?
A mother always
stays earthbound
At least for this night
This well done summer eve
The yolk sits still on this plate
The wolves have found me
Yet I am not scared
I long to feel.
Their teeth cannot compare to
your nonchalant words
Your dead love
Your waiting game
September sounds like a nice time
To die
Written September 9th 2017
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