coal, fire, ash.
sticks, stones, bones.
i use anything that can be
used against a person.
what a strange battle.
to hurt her, i scratch my skin.
to starve her, i go days without food.
will the world ever forgive me for what i've done to my mother?
for what i do to my mother.
im not entirely cruel. i too have my moments of remorse.
why else would i hold her curtain of illusion from the other side?
will the world ever forgive me for what i've made her out to be.
desperate, needy, cunning, cruel.
a liar. a miser.
what was she before she became the shell of who she was.
love splits your personality neatly. folds it into two.
will the world ever forgive me for what i did to my mother.
