Mother Goliath

My mother walks through this house

the way I imagine Chronos did

before his death by Zeus.

She walks with heavy footsteps.

Anger plainly displayed for all.

She walks with nightmares swirling behind her

Dancing and nipping at her heels;

With thunder lacing her fingertips

Arms raised and then dissipated

like a quick summer storm.

venom in her words

Spraying out like a young snake.

She is danger!

She is not Gaia

She does not cradle her young close and cling.

She swallowed us whole

And spit us back wrong.

This poem is about: 
My family


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