A little something for my Momma, cause why not?
Momma always used to stand me in front of a mirror brushing my hair and tell me I'm pretty
Her arms semaphore fat triangles, Pudgy HANDS bunched on layered hips
An innocent game of hide and go seek, a mother opening her eyes to an empty playground, the windowless van driving away. A ghost showing her the way to the bodies buried in the basement. Will she get ...
Momma always used to stand me in front of a mirror brushing my hair and tell me I'm pretty
Her arms semaphore fat triangles, Pudgy HANDS bunched on layered hips
An innocent game of hide and go seek, a mother opening her eyes to an empty playground, the windowless van driving away. A ghost showing her the way to the bodies buried in the basement. Will she get ...