When we didn’t end up dying

We are alone in my den
just me and my wounded
i dont want to listen
all over town
ive left little pieces
i cant drag anything
back into it
i have no possessions
i keep on losing

i lost my blood first
then everything
we needed to keep on living
my keys, the food money
my phone just all of it

i cant focus
i am a beast,
i am a mother
i have all these wounded
i have to take care of
i have me and my son
my busted leg
his ear infection

just us in my den
not speaking the same language

but there is quiet
there is just quietness
its all very morbid
i cant say i dont like it

but then,
there is my son
and he’s brought me

the medicine

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