Frozen, Forever Searching!
she killed her baby
with a crack pipe;
lying on the floor,
watching roach drawn carriages
take the prince and the princess
to the ball!
the bruises on her face
throbbing in the dim light;
the dull ache of faith
devoured by demons too
real to shake...
her baby's lips frozen,
forever searching!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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