@Chamomile 21 August 2020 more from that month

Supermarket Flowers

Mind sat on the Cliffside, Magnifying atoms of anxieties keeping me stagnant Fondled down-hearted and blue Taking supermarket flowers from the windowsill Had thrown the day-old chamomile tea from the cup Imbibed and drained me down to my last buck Dust had steady down ‘Get Well Soon’ cards and stuffed animals Crammed up photo album of reminiscence of sentiment Stinks of the old ginger beer down the basin Lines making me visionless crafting own conspiracy Drying tears when affliction faded to black Weeping behind broken turquoise drawers Spoilt the magic pillows, set the bed, slanted the seats up Pleated her pajamas neatly in a clothes chamber Channel between the old woman and I Gristly bond, no ruminant could masticate off. A seraph in the silhouette of my mum Guarding my life when I met strands of downfall **Mend your wings and soar to the boulevard of Angels** **As God welcomes you back, you’re home.**