child of the asphalt

in response to prompt here: readwritepoem

You found solace underneath the gargoyles
Eating the splash of saints off your back,
Once.

You let the wind separate your ribs
With heavy sighs and cries,
Once.

You cuddled with the concrete
Uttered the word “mama” with closed eyes,
Once.

But no more.
Little boys are tough
Like lead rocks echoing in asphalt valleys.
Like blood pouring out of cracked bones.
And no mother to wipe away the pain.

Tears won’t fall when nobody is there to catch them.

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