Peaches and cream in a nightgown.
She will forever be running towards me,
with her lovely ink-stained hands.
The sorrow of what passed lingered.
She moved towards an inevitable quietus,
as the sickness killed all that I loved.
#vss365#quietus
Peaches & Cream by Paresh Nrshinga
Her face
Outwardly the angel
Inwardly the devil
She twists the knife
all those weaknesses
every positive failure
Mother, is it not too late?
Every woman a reminder
All the hatred pouring out
Keeping them from harm
#vss365#mother