Reptilian Secrets

UUUUUUUHHHHH idk how to even explain this one I think I was angry about my mom and family the day I wrote this, the second chapter is a poem I wrote for my brother the night before this writing as well. I don't think people will read this story the same way I do, but that's the beauty of POV, isn't it?

Also PS: I wrote about a "death" in the first part, this is metaphorical, not reality. Please keep that in mind.
Preview:
My mother has the saddest eyes one has ever seen. Her eyes will grab ahold of you and rip you to pieces, she will break your heart and wring you out, all within a bat of her tiny eyelashes.

She will, she will, she will. Never doubt her.

She is a glorified woman, Proceeded by merely the feeblest bones and emptiest skulls. Those eyes, sacks of whiskey and gold, drown those who come across her.

I wish to love her, to run into the fog and meet her on the other side-to take in the shea butter scent in the winter snow, with the love and grace every mother should bestow on her child.