Failing you, my loves

Resentment pooling

Babies drooling

My last nerve spooling on a finite thread

Who am I fooling?

It’s not my calling 

I’m falling, failing, where is my head


My teeth are grinding 

On this ring-tight binding

And I keep finding a pinching dread

This endless minding

I’m forever pining

For solitude from whining, an empty bed 


The moon is waning 

Upon these sheets you’re staining

I’m entertaining thoughts of rest

Morning’s gaining

Nipples aching

Guilted grief weighing, down on my chest

Please stop crying

Fuck’s sake I’m dying

Two defying children atop my breast

I’m not denying

It’s your childhoods I’m defining 

I am your mother, but I don’t know best

Published by chloeroselilly

Samples of my poetry, fiction and personal essays in amongst real life

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