Mother

Stuck in a bowl of lemons and moldy cheese. Never thought this is the life I need. Turn over to find the way from tithe stew of apathy and self hatred.

I poor me. I’m all alone. Take pity on me. I made everything miserable and cancer took hold. Left me here with nothing of my own. Since I can’t have my life I will take yours instead. Suck the light from your sky and leave you there to die.

Leather and bones and tones of home, you never will leave here. Left alone in my dusty room knickknacks and crochet perfume and nicotine stains. Saline waterfalls and the alcohol makes you forget. If only for a moment, but that’s all I need.

The poison seeps in deep in your vein. Forgot to feed the cat and take out the trash. Who the fuck knows about that time you tried to leave but it wasn’t so hard to make you stay here with just 5 words. “you’re just like your father”

Published by Snowy Owl

There was a lot more written here before. Then I saw it was irrelevant. I am just another person with an autoimmune disease and spectrum ”disorder” who is highly sensitive to their environment. I thought I would write a few things down, so here you go. Swim at your own risk!

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