Poetry by Ashley B

My Mother Called to Say

Cold coffee
spilled jam
blackberry

punched stains
on white
skin

wash away
the sweet
sweat

and clean
the bed
sheets

I want
more than
you

hope calls
one ring
echoes

between us
I reach
you

leave instead
“I am
alone.”

On the
other end
nothing

which might
be better
when

nothing means
exactly the
same

when he’s
here or
not.

Breaking silence
a sigh
“Oh,

my Dear
what a
waste.”

 

Ashley B is a poet from Denver, Colorado She is an English lit major with a gift for writing.  Check out more of her poems here and keep an eye out for featured posts in the future

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