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Are like scalding hot drops,

of melting metal.

They sear their way through my skin.

I cannot bear the sight of her tears,

So I turn my back and walk away.

And let her cry.

So she drowns her tears.

In Brandy, Vodka, Rum,

And Wine Coolers.

So do I...

I wait

Sadly

In the darkness

until she is too drunk to notice.

She sleeps.

And I crawl from my hotel room bed.

Into the bathroom

and drink.

The scalding liquid like fire...

Like Mother's tears.

And then I fill it with water,

shake the bottle

Hope

she won't notice.

Then I lay down and

Listen

To the sobs from my mother's soul.

Though she remains asleep she still

Cries.

Does she cry because of

Me?

Or does she cry for

Me?

Or does she simply cry because she

Knows

that I have become like her

Drowning my sorrows

In scalding liquid

That tastes of

Mother's Tears.....