Strangers

A complete stranger told me about her

crippled mother

for no other reason than to

share heartache and turmoil with

another complete stranger.

 

A soul bearing ceremony

at work.

 

She said she feels terribly guilty

for seeing her lover on weekends.

She said her heart breaks in half

every day, every night, every twilight, every dawn

Every time she

orgasms, she envisions her mother

laying in bed with no where to go

no one to visit, to hold, to cry on, to

orgasm with.

 

Her heart aches

as mine does, too.

 

For, my mother is also crippled and

has no one to hold in the

night

when the wind gets chilly and the

blankets just are not enough to

warm her cold, old bones.

 

But, she is a good daughter.

I'm not.

I see my lover much more often

than I see my mother and I am

wretched with

guilt and night terrors.

 

Reviews

[Sarah]

I really liked this a lot, the idea of meeting a complete stranger and having such similarities in stories... and feeling the same kind of guilt, very original. I liked everything about this, great job. (x