People Are Poison

Taste of Pennies

Do you ever have a flashback back to when
times were terrifying. I did today. It suddenly tasted like pennies, I hate the taste of pennies.

That's the taste I used to get when I was little, when my mother would chase me down the hallways. And when she would come close I could taste the alcohol seeping from her breath.

I would run as fast as I could but there wasn't enough room in my old tiny apartments. So I would lock myself in our bedroom. But one day I didn't close the door soon enough. She came in and everything went black and blue I think purple too.

That's all I remember though and my mother doesn't remember a thing from those days either. She was too drunk and I was too little to remember anything. That's good though. Very good.