Red Vomit

Tue, 05/10/2016 - 23:16 -- baymaka

Dead, dead, is she ahead?

Did she quit while she was ahead?

 Am I behind while the floor is soaked red?  Dead, dead, look at her head.  Is she alive or is she dead?  Maybe she's right, the words she never said.  Dead, dead, mommy is dead. 

This poem is about: 
My family




over there. 

Where the sky touches the ground,

and the ground reaches up to say hi. 

Thats the place where my Bonnie lives. 

Can’t you see her smiling face?


over there

where the tree line pulls the clouds into a tight embrace. 

That’s where my Bonnie lives!

Don’t miss it, don’t miss it!

Look right

over there. 

Can’t you see

my angel?

My Bonnie is free!

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