waste away

how are you feeling

they ask

they want to know

about now

but I’m not worried about now

it’s when I see her

shriveled up

out of it

when her mood changes

and she can’t warn me

to not put my art projects

on the table

it’s when I come back from 

a terrible day

to a beshawled apparition

whirring with drains

ashamed

won’t listen to me telling her she’s beautiful

/

your heart is in me

in the videos I watch

the posts I’ve written

the projects I’ve created

the songs I listen to

the glares I give

the sass I pull

even my love of rice cakes

/

i 

can’t

watch

you

waste

away

/

a poem written in light of my mom’s cancer. if anything, her diagnosis has been a kickstart back into my writing poetry.

Published by Amanda Brown

22-year-old INFP who names inanimate objects, loves to laugh, and is a proud old soul. You can often find her planning out her next crazy project, hugging books, or telling stories about her day that *may* be a little exaggerated.

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