Comforter

Last year,

This time,

My error,

I looked forward,

Anticipated,

Erred,

Imagined loved was the format,

No one gets why when you do are bleeding internally just because its not their trauma,

The blood that cut to your jugular emptied your heart,

Its unconcible (might be my word its not ten to five am November fifteenth in my heart and soul the word and thought exists.

Means goes without my understanding how Diana Lee Heike Dudley could have hated our mother & me so much to do what she did to us.

Then lied me onto Elder Abuse all so she could financially rape our mom after she walked into our home at :405 2nd st. N.E.,Waukon,Iowa,

December 3rd,2014, while mom and I watched a new TV show called ‘Stockers.’ Then torch with an excellerant our laundry room.

December 3rd,2014,I died twice of burnt lungs. All those I loved died.

I will carry this lonilness,

Where my heart was is now an abyss .

Big,

Warm,

…..Together

But we were a dream

Now the bed,

& comforter are mine,

Alone we are,

Alone void warmth,

Still the alone parts the lonely part,

Loneliness deep,

Deadly,

Empty,

Never enough heat or blankets,