Tag: metaphor

Spilled Milk.

Posted on by Danniella

I am the child who spilled milk
Paralysed as the white consumes the ground beneath
Seeping into the cracks of the floor
Quenching dry wood
Lost in the thick and brown. 

I am the child who spilled milk
Looking up
Looking for mother as tears leak from my eyes
My stomach churns with guilt and fear and glee.

I am the milk that is spilled
Messy and un-contained 
Refusing to remain within
The constraints of those chambers. 

I am the spilled and spoiled
Ruined by sealed lips and too much
Space 
And too little room.

I am the milk
Cherished and separate. 
Whole and alone
And wanting
Mother.