Day 91 - Innocence
Amora’s yellow eyes peering at the ceiling, waiting for the moth to fall.
My mother’s walk around the bonfire pit each morning, smoking a cigarette, not remembering the cat’s name.
Our children pictures on the mantelpiece – one of us now missing.
The smoothy I blend every night with bananas, soja extract, water, honey, melon, papaya and avocados.
My music collection from when I was a teenager.
The sci-fi and fantasy novels, yellowed and spotted, still clinging to our library, their fonts now ever so small for my eyes.
The shower hitting my head after a full day of house cleaning.
My mother’s walk around the bonfire pit each morning, smoking a cigarette, not remembering the cat’s name.
Our children pictures on the mantelpiece – one of us now missing.
The smoothy I blend every night with bananas, soja extract, water, honey, melon, papaya and avocados.
My music collection from when I was a teenager.
The sci-fi and fantasy novels, yellowed and spotted, still clinging to our library, their fonts now ever so small for my eyes.
The shower hitting my head after a full day of house cleaning.