Swirling raspberries

Pushing against the wall his big boy body

I’m certainly not wrong

Maybe I’m wrong

I should stop pushing maybe should I stop feeling righteous– I’m grey tired

Circling swirling nightmares

Grinding teeth yellow sound

Swirling raspberries and windy days

Shoving him against the brick wall

Hurting my hand

Shoving maybe its wrong

I should stop hurting ourselves– myself

Circling swirling bad dreams

Grinding teeth desperate sound

Raspberry swirl cheesecake

His head between my hands hitting hard against the pavement floor

I’m not wrong

I’ve lost it all

I’m alone and grey tired on this late afternoon’s Sunday mood

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