Following her footsteps.
Those that are soft.
Those that are rough.
Those that has my feet scuffed,
by stubbed toes;
cracked nails.
Hello dad.
Yes or no?
Come or go?
Believe or leave?
It's your choice,
to relieve the reverie.
Explain that dream -
It particularly leaves me hanging,
in this black pit.
They can call it the boogyman.
Or
Dread supports the lack of the better terms where a tongue is coated in white lies.
Your typical white bitch.
With a hint of verbal abuse.
Hello mom,
"Is you're nail appointment soon?"