Each time I see her
shes slimmer than usual
Her bones are more noticeable
Bruises run down her legs, arms and back
Cuts on her wrists with stress rashes running down
She says shes happy
But I birthed her
I carried her
I made her
I know her
She says she’ll be fine
But I know her
I made her
I carried her
I birthed her
She says “I don’t know” a lot
And I know if I get to see her again she will most likely be disappearing.
Poetry
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What I’ve read so far of your writing I absolutely love. Keep it up and keep developing!
I love this poem! It would be really cool if you could add a few more stanzas! Keep writing 🙂