Marbles

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Memories are marbles

banging against one another,

and bouncing off the walls of my skull.

I’m scrambled brains with a side of ketchup.

 

You were the same as I am.

Or I am the same as you were—

you’re dead.

 

Dead. What an ugly word.

Dead. Dead.

DEAD.

My mother is dead.

 

I’m scrambled brains with a side of ketchup, and

you’ll never again call me your baby girl. The sound of

your voice is just another marble…

 

© Kindra M. Austin

 

16 Comments

  1. Losing a parent is such a hard thing for anybody to handle, and, the only way to move on from the loved ones you’d lost, is by keeping them in your memories, and, mourn for their death, and one day, you’ll be able to think about that person you’d lost, and, feel no sadness or sorrows over losing them, then, you’d grieved for your loss completely.

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