Falling. Drops of pain fall down my face after so long of holding it back to save face.
As it hits me full force. Forsaken.
No cross. No nails needed. Just a pen swipe to send me into an abyss so deep.
I look around me and see what is left of who I was. Boxes. Puppies. A garage. Cold and alone.
And the tears fall as I wail from a pain that spins and spins. From the one person they say I could count on.
No. Not everyone’s Mama is a friend to stand by you.