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,
Mother's Milk
Mother's Milk
Mother's Milk
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,