the cow and the fish

the picture of exalted one

I am burdened by your sins,
you made me unwilling witness,
light that burns my eyes and teeth
like how the sun burns Icarus of Crete

that black lingerie still lingers on my mind, father was in foreign land, you are with some foreign man.

I am your can of worms, I harbored all your sins, maybe because I'm your eldest daughter, I list it deep within,

but I am your ghost, you know that I know, I carved your sins in my face deeply so, you can see it in my eyes as it speaks vehemently,

" You're a sinner,"

you and your money and your picture of perfect maternal,
me and my tears and the perfect picture of eternal

suffering.