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”