im the daughter my uncle never had,
the friend my aunt could always confide in,
the burden my mother could never carry.
im those blank stares in a mirror.
im the repetition of those 3 bloody mary's.
//e.b.
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DIRTY LAUNDRY
Poetryjust another underrated poetry book, a poetic photograph of the saddest months of my life from Jan 2016- May 2016 ***BEWARE PROFANITY***
3 bloody mary's
im the daughter my uncle never had,
the friend my aunt could always confide in,
the burden my mother could never carry.
im those blank stares in a mirror.
im the repetition of those 3 bloody mary's.
//e.b.