( ｣´0.｀)｣ Today the forecast is for a humanization of a progenitor's through her teenage creation ! ! (29.04.2025)

My mother, my love.

You feel that I am no longer your creation.

Despair ate away at you as control began to slip away.

The orchids drowned in carelessness.

But, my mother.

What would my existence be without you ? ?

I can't imagine your red-blue skin.

Your sweat is the tears of your resistant body.

I don't sweat.

"It seems like she never existed" you look at me.

You look at me.

I can't look away from your shiny, melting orbs.

Please, stay angry, stay warm.

Smile, please.

Your hummingbird does justice to you, you never tire of singing.

I got tired of listening, then I cherished listening.

Rotting, I want to fulfill my old promises.

I am your pride and your shame, your love by obligation.

I never thought of stealing biscuits from the jar.

I don't deserve a break.