Abusive Mother
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Small delicate fragile bodies that drip from the tip of the tongue
Of the dog who lays underneath the
Miles of death and decay- who gently
Lays them in their graves.
Mother, you made me grow up fast.
Out of the house, onto the street.
There was no love for me to last,
Her anger giving off heat.
Every word you said in the past,
Remembering is my nightmarish feat.
