Hello from the author AZR, also named AZRdM. This series will return on 26th November. Thank you for checking in.

Enjoy the poems written below.

MAMA?

She called onto her mother like the little girl she thought she was

And her mother hissed like she'd always done;

She took steps closer and kept calling on to her mom.

"Ma", again and again she called out

She was 16; not a little girl

But to her dearest mother she was never a little girl:

Not even back then.

(Her mother always hissed when called by her

Even when she was a little girl

So with her mother still hissing when she calls, she still feels like a little girl)

She always had a way to keep dead things alive

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Like the bond between her and her mother

One that was never born

A bond that was never there

Yet seemingly alive:

You'll see her calling her mother

And her mother hissing at her calls

But with her smile...

You'd think her mother was just having a bad day.

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NAIL

After that listless day,

I could never seem to grow my nails.

I always saw your nails

And liked it

I achieved it here and there

But it'd eventually get peeled

By my restless heart

Now, a year later,

And there is no growth in sight

I wonder if the apex of it was then

And from then on

No further growth will be longer than it was then

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PREVIEW

FURY KNOWS NO HOME

The land of the lost place its name as Hope

Yet its people have wandered looking for their voice

For without a voice, how can the soul cry out its agonies?

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"I've spent 49 nights calling on Peter Pan to bring me home"

They hold the torment in the air leaving me to suffocate trying to free myself from the ache.

The abyss holds no voice and carries no weight over my head.