Goodnight, mom

Black as a moonless night sky without twinkling stars your desires twisted the Milky Way into knots forever clenching me, and to those I am helpless to love. Ours was no love, certainly not the promised mother’s love. Rather a pit into which we threw all sorts of things, perhaps each other. I was pulled from you with cold forceps and tugged into the bright cold lights and resisted til faint of breath. It’s another day and your shadow inhabits me, buzzing like a pesky fly. Your gang’s loathing shall be testimony to your eternal essence. And yet you told me you loved me, sobbing and believable. Helpless I replied, I love you, too. 

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