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    dots Submission Name: Better Hate God than your Mother?dots

    Author: Angel_Sin
    Elite Ratio:    6.96 - 20/26/30
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    Class/Type: Prose/Misc
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    dotsBetter Hate God than your Mother?dots

    I wish I could just loathe her, despise her, ignore her
    I can't seem to get away from her,
    I am a part of her and the other part of me she resents.
    If it were up to her, I'd be wholly hers; her creation to carve, mold and dispose.
    She is there in my reflection in the broken glass, in the troubled stream
    I can't breathe around her(e)
    Maybe this tightness in my chest isn't all her doing
    but she won't tell me where to find the screws
    Yet she says: "I'm your mother and I know best"
    like teeth and toothaches.
    For a moment I thought the brush could be found
    in the therapist room, the one room
    where you can lie down, scratch your belly
    while saying "I hate my mother. Does it me make evil?"
    Nothing there but dirty paste and hogwash,
    hourly sold, leaving you with one lingering thought in the mind "At least I'm not suicidal..."
    And outside, It's better to hate God than your mother
    Otherwise, you've better have tales that would make God vomit and reconsider
    his creation, these free beings wailing on TV shows, claiming (televisual)national sympathy, and my mother.

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    ||| Comments |||
      matricidal fantasies abound in my family.

    five generations back, back to ireland it goes like a sorry fraying tether...a leash to each new neck that bears the vein, that carries the blood that guilt built.

    the furies that rise around us like a thunderhead cloud of hornets, buzzing profanity, why they are only our own daughters and sons.

    this cycle turns in on itself with every generation.

    i am fighting the tide.
    | Posted on 2008-03-17 00:00:00 | by ruejacobs | [ Reply to This ]

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