Poems from Cyerramonet

Aunt Kay
When Momma left  you were always there.  I never had to worry about nothing.  I always knew my hair would be combed  and I knew I’d be fed...
“Liar, Liar”
You can no longer hurt me.  Physically, mentally.  You were the monster in my closet.  Only monsters are myths and you are real.  The first...