What I surround

Emptiness descending--
Fear a lover;

Cream splashes out,
mixes with the rest;

Dark anger
becomes clots of blood.

Slaves to this pain (or that)
are friends to Home:

They knock at the door
for a daily hit.

Pain is the pleasantry,
Slavery is the crime.

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Be your mother's friend, but don't be her housemate. She's not going to be there to let you know what happened to you.

Once a little time has passed, I will see you and yours.


Love,

CSTAR MARE