25 April 2012
Mother you cling to me like a stubborn child, with your fingers sticky and your hands muddy – you paw at me, leaving traces where I cannot reach.
You are like Velcro - prickly and static, clawing so much you are losing your touch and now, you cannot make anything stick; instead you wear smooth pieces of me. Hiding your abrasions under my skin; scratching and gnawing my bones.
Mother, you cling to me like a stubborn child, with your wretched grip and your jaw clenched – you are cracking my joints and biting my nerves, every last one of them.
You are branded to me.
and just when I think I have finally escaped, that I am free of the grasp that destroyed you. She smiles at me through the mirror, a grin with pearls chewed to dust. A reminder of where I came from, an omen of things to come.
Mother • Opuss № I