Running
Waxy lips,
Purple ‘n thick
Rear view,
A devious kick
Sing-song giggles,
A soft purse
Stomach churning,
A biological curse
“How do I look baby?”
“Pretty mom,” I say
Run Taylor!
Save yourself, dammit!
Look away, look away
Hold on…wait a minute…
Please mom, stop
Please mom, stay
Minutes long,
Twenty-nine,
Teeth scrapping,
She takes her time
Pigmented smiles,
A pulsating rod,
Sickly thoughts,
I pray to God
Swift yank,
Car door closes
Look away, look away
I have to…you’ll regret it…
My lipstick, so long
My lipstick, she’s gone
Thank God mom’s okay
Mouth open,
Say your thoughts
Be kind,
It’s not her fault
Love her still,
She is your mom,
Let her know,
For now, so long
“I can’t look away.”
I tell her, I say,
“You’re hurting me,
And it’s not okay.
And yet, I wonder,
What part do I play?
All I wanted,
Was for you to stay.”
Away, Away
She looks away
“I can’t take you running,
I’m sorry,” I say