Forgetting

April 12, 2012
By , Oxfordshire, United Kingdom
Those are my great-grandmother’s binoculars
Blood tastes of salt and rust on my tongue
The smell of the flower on my ring -
Copper and sweat
The sun has disappeared
My mother crying in the glare of the television
And I try to remember why.





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