Graveyard Mother

[wastedpotential]

My children reside in the swollen belly of their graveyard mother. When the sun is out, they do not run around the grassy fields. When it rains, they do not put on their rainy day clothes and splash in the puddles. The game they play is a silent one. The fragile pieces on my shelves and mantle are never disturbed. The neighbor's window is

Comments

[kittsuki]

;__; That's really sad, Jeff. But I like it. Neat imagery.