She had a voice like mother… with a low sweet cadence drawl.
The kind that makes one shudder like a noose before the fall.
I searched for strength to hold back. I didn’t know how or what.
She caught me in that moment where I tried and failed to shut.
I wasn’t sure her motive, however I felt that it was planned.
I lost my will to say goodbye and then I lost my will to stand.
I left things as they started, all bright eyed and confused.
I left alone with my life more black and blue than bruised.