Mommy Dearest

Mommy Dearest 

Here we are again, It’s two in the morning

and your heart aches. There’s an empty dent

in the bed where a body used to be. You

did it again. Let a man invade our house, your

temple. He’s left you sticky and sore to clean up

the mess you’ve made. A mess you keep making with

no idea how this hurts the both of us.

There you go again, off to the bathroom

to break the mirror we bought last week.

Break it the same as the first fifteen. You’ll

cry and realize how pathetic you are. Brush

your teeth till they bleed then shower with water

hot enough to melt your skin hoping to remove

the scum.

There it is again, the creak in the floors as

you try to sneak down the hall and back

to your room. Try to pretend like nothing

happened, like your life isn’t wasting away.

Then you’ll make breakfast in the morning;

pancake and scrambled eggs with sausage links

all drowned in sickly sweet maple syrup. 

Again... you’ll pretend 

like you’re the perfect mother. 

Reviews

[keith]

not often one sees the child scolding the parent ...
stark and brutally honest in an innocent manner that is not condescending
a touchy subject but well done
good on you for having the balls to post such