The law calls you my motherA Poem by Lyndsay Castroabout an in-lawIcy icy fingers, grasping at my throat Cutting off my air supply, braying like a goat
I'm standing in your shadow, swallowed up in black Hollow tree you're killing me, throwing me off track
Trendils creeping in my throat and threatening to kill Give me up eternally, for your own cheap thrill
Making me non-exsistant, you howl like a dog and appear on all four But laughing at me constantly while you weave your lore
copywrite 2008 Lyndsay Castro © 2008 Lyndsay CastroAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on July 25, 2008 AuthorLyndsay CastroHouston, TXAboutI am a writer. My goal is to support myself financially through my writing. But the benefits will keep me going, no matter the monetary issues. I am looking for suggestions, tips, criticism, connectio.. more..Writing
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