these flowers for your mother’s grave:

these flowers for your mother's grave:


it hurts. you don't know the part
of your mother years before you
were conceived. I wish I could
remember them as good or as bad,
or was told of you in a different way.
our worlds always went elsewhere
from the split of the cell our likeness
was our hatred for having each other.

I'm forever sorry for living longer than her.





"The Writer's Cramp"  13+: Write the best story or poem in 24 hours or less and win 10,000 GPs!


Prompt: Flowers are delivered to you with a cryptic card attached.


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