Rachel's Floetry

  • #VSS365 February 2019

    I could #read it in her face – her sunken cheeks and her distant eyes. Her slackened jaw that once said, "I love you, sweetie." Daddy will say she looked like an angel, but I will always know the truth. All I saw that day was death. #Grief #vss365 — Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) February 1,…

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  • What missing mama is like

    It’s having to YouTube how to peel yautia. It’s having to Google translate Spanish. It’s all the little girls holding their mother’s hands on the street. It’s all the elderly women and their middle aged clones sitting between shopping bags on the train. It’s buying flowers every 20th because the petals feel like the tops…

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  • Agony

    Oh God! Oh agony! Throb that has been cast on me! Oh silent searing in my soul! This violent breaking of my home! My womb, my mother from where I was born. My roof, my shelter from this life’s storms. Hacked off from me like limb from body. Hands gone from me, like wind not…

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  • Candles

    My mother never liked candles. Twice they were responsible for a childhood blaze. Now, like a candle, her life wanes.   Her lips form soundless shapes on January 9th, “Happy Birthday.” She smiles bright and sleepily even when she’s held me to her swelling belly after I cried to “You are my sunshine,” on the…

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  • Room 10-24

    There was a woman I didn’t recognize, the same color as the walls, stacked like a house of sticks frail enough to knock over with a touch, waiting for her daughter. And I, looking for my mother popped my head into each room desperately. In the room I passed this woman I didn’t recognize was…

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