In the middle of the night, shadows breathe;
bury your face—bite your pillow when you scream.
Don’t wake the house with your nonsense.
Terrors wear an addict’s face, and smile with her teeth;
ten thousand demons seeded in your soul.
Don’t wake the house with your nonsense.
She was never your mother; and you are not her.
You are the light dressed in chainmail—
the greatest warrior I’ve ever known.
This poem was inspired by my aunt. Aunt Denise’s birth mother had tried to abort her with a coat hanger in 1959, and after her birth, she was adopted by her aunt and uncle, whom I’ve always known as Grandma and Grandpa Carter. My beautiful, fierce aunt lived her life plagued with hatred for the woman who didn’t want her. I hope Aunt Denise is peaceful now. I miss her like mad…
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My latest Blood into Ink piece.
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Quite a tribute K❤💚❤
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Thank you so very much. ❤ That lady helped shape me.
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fierce and heartbreaking!
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❤ Thank you!
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A touching tribute to your aunt! May she smile down on you!
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Thank you! She was a super awesome lady.
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My pleasure A fitting tribute to her memory!
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💜💛💜💛💜
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Well done! Excellent piece 😃💛
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Wow. Just truly heart wrenching.
So glad you wrote it. My unicorn is crying, she sends love too 💔 🌼
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Thanks to you both! ❤ Love you!
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Felt this deeply Kindra. Beautiful hurt.
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💜❤💜❤💜
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❤ Love you and your mad brilliant writing
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Thank you SO much. I love you, too, my lady.
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Thank you!
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Thank you so much ❤
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