#418 (homeless, motherless)

tea spoons

of moonshine

dripping slowly

into her heart full of

despair and doubt

crumpled body

homeless, motherless

downtrodden, sunken

into the dried grass

a puddle of spit and

a face full of stories.

may the night clouds

become her blanket

tonight.

 

© Matthias Geh, 16th July 2018

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