A Mother's Love
A Mother’s Love
Encased in a lovely embryonic slime
A diamond, Parasol seventeen eighty nine
Refracting and reflecting all of the woe,
That you wish to throw
Entombing me ever with you corporal presence
Snuffing the embers before the fire makes sense
Oxygen less space where the world cannot burn,
It comes with the turn
A poisonous love that was roll’d on with rage
Deep Iodine red and dripping unscathed
When the burning reality eats me up whole,
The toxic takes a toll.
Successfully regurgitated fully intact
Pain cannot break a blood bond contract
The horrible void could not me digest,
Malnourished incest.
I sit on a stool built high with love
Watching the world die from above
I would not suffer all she endured
The world would not touch me
the way it did her
I can’t feel a thing.
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