Memories of the demented elderly woman's childhood, coming back to, haunt her…translated… Part 1 So Many Blackspots on My Mother's Arms The Wounds Too Deep that Even She Can't, Remember Them The Lighter Ones, She Thought She'd Ac… Read on blog or Reader Mirroring the World Read on blog or Reader Blackhole (Going to the Psychiatrist with My Mother) taurusingemini April 16 Memories of the demented elderly woman's childhood, coming back to, haunt her…translated… Part 1 So Many Blackspots on My Mother's Arms The Wounds Too Deep that Even She Can't, Remember Them The Lighter Ones, She Thought She'd Accidentally Burned Herself She'd Not Gone into the Kitchens a Long, Long Time She'd Made the Meals for Over Eighty Years on End That Fire Had, Forgotten, Her Isn't it a Good Thing To Not Remember? Forgetting the Wars of Childhood Forgetting Climbing Over the Bodies of the Dead Forgetting about Hunger Fear Or, Loneliness Too Forgetting the Cold that Chilled Her to the Bones Those Nights of Darkness, She Couldn't, Wake up, From Forgotten How She Was Five, Had Diarrhea, that She Was in Pain So Much She'd Crawled on the Ground Calling Mama Mama Her Dear Mother Was only Thirty Blind &, Died from, Illness Her, Mom Part 2 The Age Spots Covering Up Her Arms Deep & Light From the Bullying of the Ultraviolet Rays Weathering through the Wind & the Rain She'd Asked Me Sorrowfully: How Can Someone be Old Like This The Age Spots of Her Mind Became a Blackhole The Tears of a Child Breaking Through the Rocks I'd, Asked the Heavens Above: Can I, Say this, Child? the hallucination that the elderly person may have as the illness, progressed...photo from online She Live, Inside the Blackhole I, on the, Out What Sort of a Hell Hole is This? There's No Messages from the Blackholes Not the Fires from the Grenades Injuring Me Her Dear, Child Part 3 Mom's Hard of Hearing Can't Hear My Pains Her Sight's Deteriorated Too Can't See that I Needed My Tranquilizers Every Night Mom, Mom, Mom Your Tear Greasy Like the Fire memory loss is only, the beginning stages...photo from online Dripped onto My, Heart My Heart Had Many Blackspots I Know that You Don't Know Psychiatrist There are the Phantoms Inside the Blackholes Are There Medications to, Exorcise, Them? This is on how the elderly demented woman, although she'd begun forgetting, her own younger years of childhood is still, intact in her mind, and, because these are the memories that we have for longest amount of time, they're usually, the last, to go away… Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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