Author Eunice de Souza Forgive me, mother, that I left you a life-long widow old, alone. It was kill or die And you got me anyway: The blood congeals at lover's touch The guts dissolve in shit. I was never young. Now I'm old, alone. In dreams I hack you Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 3.5 (63 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments