My Mother
suffocating words,
the bile heavy in
my throat.
eyes watering
and the incredible
urge to flee.
into the abyss
of happy yesterdays.
her eyes are piercing,
i know she understands
at least, enough,
but her lips are saying
words that do not
match her eyes.
so she returns,
to his hateful mind
but loving embrace,
and as i sit,
words on the tip of
my tongue, but
my throat is constricted,
& i try to blink
back tears as
my hands continued
to write words
that i do not
understand.
sometimes,
i just want the world
to stop completely.
-“my mother”