wind seething
teething emotions grind
beyond the fringe of our frayed ends of our tempers
patience runs
on the old wheels creaking in dull cracked joints
chafing down a crease
turning into another line
another frown
Smell spices, foreign bland a compromise
And then soap to wash away its blandness
Hands fingers swollen raw
Wash cook clean for mouths not your family.
Children home no longer within touch but a
concept strong.
Sweeps, seeps steep, sleep
Sip
I drink in drought for a feverish wish.
I want my children free.
Seething detergent
teething emotions grin
my beautiful face
beyond the frayed ends of my temple
my fingers swollen raw, tendee
patience runs on prayer
wheels creaking in dull cracked joints
I si
chafing down a soapy creas
turning into another lin
a harder frow
neegh rreds
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