Broken/Before

she would someday realize her mother's actual grave for now she will just sit in the woods and cheer the death, feeling the disgust of ghost

will sit here and wait timelessly until her feet are ready to go, until her mouth is full of blood and defensive words, until her wounds are cleared completely, by wounds I mean the invisible one, the one

the threshold leaving no trace of space for her to trade in, Hazel sculpted her hair in deliberately. "Mum, what do you think I deserve?" The woman batted her eyes and gave a light whisper smile and relaxed as she leaned over. "The peace of watching her get married to your twenty and five years of wasted efforts". Hazel shook her head in disbelief as she watched closely