A Life In Verse by Alexander Bentley

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Mother's Milk
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Mother's Milk

Alex Bentley
Sep 17, 2020
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I strangle myself and suffocate on the tears.
My face is wet, smeared with the ash of the past.
Struggling to make sense of the shouting and yelling.

I am a little baby and my parents argue in the kitchen.
My father is drunk and full of rage. My belly is empty,
and I am hungry for my mother's milk. Abandoned.

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