i'm puncturing my bare body trying to catch your eye.
i'm begging
practically begging for you to look at me.
but you won't.
You are a naive woman with a not so gentle mind
and you are mine.
You, are mother.
The blood trickles from my brow
down
to my cheekbone
bones,
so brittle and breakable
the breakaway
at the last second,
when i assume i was free
you consume me,
body,
with your bone saw
You hide each part.
each memory of us is woven into the willow wood panels.
However, you still hear the thump of raven wings at your doorstep.
When my boots clunk up the creaky steps
they greet everyone but you
Ebony
the wood now flourishes, much like
the sleekness of your hair
dark, black, with a widows peak
a spider, receding with age overtime.
you will die believing you had it right this whole time
no one will help you
no one will help you because they are ignorant. but your scent lingers in my brain and on my heart and from my toes right up to the tip of my nostrils.
i sense your pain.
A broken mother with a ticking time bomb in your womb.
you, are hiding something, from all of us
in the ebony walls.
you, are mother.
And I am breaking glass
a hammer
pulling the nails with my claw.
your icy heart will thaw.
and it's cliche but.
I very much hope it ends up this way.
clarity and closure
I will force her.
To come as a wine glass rubbed clean with alcohol wipes
you suffocated me.
and so I responded responsibly.
you suffocate me.
and so I will set the truth free.
You Know Who You Are, & What You've Done.
-vivi
