Mothers death, police say.

Fighting in my loneliness, I tried to call the bakery.
Making, shaking, lusting, breathing, I’m lost in all I’ve seen to pass.
Together never passed the clinic but I’m watching her unmask the dots aligned.
Forgive me for my mother asked, now what will she do with the bombing over?
But her babies flown to Nebraska with the package carrying her beloved ashes
Greed for her once wanted mister, she drove to the cemetery gate.
Wishing, hoping, loving, wanting, she crashed into her freezing death.
Here’s what the revenge had taken (taken) to her.
Decoying in her heart, the fear within hit the passenger window,
Knocked up, fucked up, poking through her mind was set to stone.
She’s bleeding in her beloved grave, she’s fallen come here to save, but daughters pleas were never quiet she’s not coming back for the degree.

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I know it's short.
I couldn't continue because of my mother.
I left it as it is to remember.