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My Grandmother’s Pillow


03.07.18 Posted in today's words by

Lindri Riveras lives and writes in Olympia, Washington.

My Grandmother’s Pillow
By Lindri Riveras

My mother lays on her grandmother’s pillow
with the glow of the tv bouncing off of her forgotten face
her fearful eyes betray her silence.  

Long ago she declined life’s invitation and now waits for something final
Teeth having shaken loose from the bone
the cancer lives in denial of it’s own existence,
eating away at her broken heart.     

She passes away,
adrift on morphine and unaware of her own death,
she flees the room the second her heart stops to join her lover. . . .
I heard her say, across the phone, “hurry, hurry”.

And now I’m choking on my mother’s death
My teeth shake loose from the bone; resembling of her cancer eating away at my broken heart
And I lay my head on my grandmother’s pillow,
ignoring life’s invitation, and the glow of the tv bounces off my resignation.
“I understand now why you want out”, my sisters says.



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