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Mother
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Category:
Poetry › Free Verse
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
605
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Mother
She slides to the morning-bright kitchen floor, weeping.
Trembling hands that can hold on to a thin blade better than reality fumble with the amber child safe bottle.
Salvation; skittering across the tiles like so many tiny rainbows
Painting her portrait of self-loathing on the floor for all to see.
Green, Yellows, Blues & Whites...the colors of a traumatized youth encapsulated are oh so pretty.
She looks up into her child’s questioning blue eyes, and tells her:
"It never mattered anyway."
And drowns her memories and past with a chaser of coke.
Taste the rainbow.
Trembling hands that can hold on to a thin blade better than reality fumble with the amber child safe bottle.
Salvation; skittering across the tiles like so many tiny rainbows
Painting her portrait of self-loathing on the floor for all to see.
Green, Yellows, Blues & Whites...the colors of a traumatized youth encapsulated are oh so pretty.
She looks up into her child’s questioning blue eyes, and tells her:
"It never mattered anyway."
And drowns her memories and past with a chaser of coke.
Taste the rainbow.