Amy Nixon

Daughter

 

I can't write about her.

My endless visions of who she would be

It started with my suspicions

my anxious questions

something's not right

my visions turned to nightmares

that I'll never escape

Except you are a dream

who smiles all the monsters away

forcing me to remain speechless

without words

You're a force

I still can't wrap my head around

 


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