Deathly Promises of Days Yet to Come by Aamina Chothia

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] A blister forms at the edgeBefore the willow turns to dust.Where pain creases inwardsLike a stone to the throat.I am not my mother's daughterHear-(lies)-a whisperI am her mother's last blazing breathHear-(truths) -the screamThat seeks within its waterOne...