When I go to see my mother,
She is crying out my name.
Choking sobs rattle her lungs as she screams for help from the gods.
I don’t understand.
I try to understand.
They don’t want to understand.
I turn up a hill outside her house
I stare at the sky I see at the peak, pink bleeding through the clouds.
My throat aches as I cry for someone out there.
I scream as loud as I can,
As hard as I can,
As long as I can,
Hoping for someone to tell me what to do.
How long has it been? Mother isn’t here.
I don’t remember her face.
I don’t remember any face.
I look into the clouds and see a face forming.
I drop to my knees as wails rip through my sore throat.
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