
MOTHER
NOBODY IN THIS WORLD HURTS ME LIKE YOU DO.
YOUR EYES ARE SO COLD...
YOUR DISAPPROVAL GUARANTEED...
I CAN'T WIN...
YOU WON'T LET ME.
NO ONE MAKES ME WANT TO DIE LIKE SHE DOES.
THIS IS WHY I HAVE NO FRIENDS...
(OUR PARENTS WERE SO MUCH ALIKE)
SHE LOOKS AT ME AND SEES MY FATHER.
I AM HIS HAUNTING GHOST AND HIS THREATS MADE FLESH.
SHE IS A GIRL/CHILD COMPLICATED BY DIFFICULT CHOICES.
A BITTER FANTASIST HIBERNATING IN HER WARM DENIAL.
NEVER LOOK BACK!
NOT AT THE PAST...
(NOT AT ME!)
SHE LEFT ME THERE TO ROT.
I CRIED FOR HELP BUT NO ONE HEARD ME.
(SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO HEAR ME!)
SHE COULDN'T...
WOULDN'T SAVE ME.
AND NOW...AFTER THE WAR IS OVER...
MY FLASHBACKS OF SPILLED BLOOD ARE MY LIFE.
AND FILLED WITH RESENTMENT I RESCUED MYSELF.
BUT ALWAYS INSIDE IS THE LITTLE BOY...
DEAD AND HUNGRY.
EVERYONE HIDES BEHIND SMILES AND GOD.
WHEN THE RAZOR CUT MY FLESH I WAS REAL!
I SAW PASSED THE SMILES!
I SAY BEYOND GOD!
AND THIS INSIGHT WAS FEARED!
CONDEMNED!
DENIED!
IGNORED!
- NO ONE TALKS ABOUT THIS BUT ME -
BECAUSE NOW I KNOW THE TRUTH ABOUT GOD...
AND I AM NOT SMILING ANYMORE.
© OCTOBER 5, 1996 By Jason Wright