The woman in the other room is not my mother
She, the knife who marks up my pale skin
Sits in the kitchen swallowing the golden key
Enchanted by its color, a sunset rainbow
My freedom shred to microscopic pieces
My mother is not mine
Her embrace always cold
Her touch intangible
My dreams
Broken
Golden thread
Velvet skin adorning
Dictator of my life
A constant reminder of control
Suffocate me slowly emphasizing the pain
Reminding me of sins, I innocently committed
Carefully bathe in memories of blood crimes completed
As Ghostly, shadows howling haunt my dark glowing grave
My mother is not my own
And I,
Belong to no one
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