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Should never have to face the thickened sticky white and creamy cheesy cliched wrath and terror of her mother's smile. Should never have to flinch inside behind walls made of bricks behind barricades of stone wrapped in bubble-wrap at her mother's glance. Eyes should never hold so much power within the flash of discontent. She should not live on a boat always biding time waiting for storms to pass for waves to curl and crack down upon her head down into the sand that holds her down into the dark that kisses her goodnight down into the brutal flick the tap on the glass clench of the fingers twitch of the jaw should never have to wait for the mother's roar to echo through the chamber of her heart until silence envelopes her soul and she can sleep without fear. Should never fear her mother's evening breath the gentle and stilling exhale a sigh a brittle and glassed sound that shatters against her tightly pursed lips locked mouth. Should never tell the heart to quiet down and let her run like a good child ignoring the warning bells which everyone else seems to ignore the words that leave her stubborn lips in the joke she tells the story she preaches the hesitated eye widening limerick the expected story to tell her friends her mother's wrath tastes like fire in her belly sulphur in her throat and metallic lingerings of biting her tongue to suppress the screams 'what can you expect' 'my mother gets like that' 'she attacked me' 'but its okay' 'I was stubborn'
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 7:19 AM UTC
Mother dear
Should never have to face the thickened sticky white and creamy cheesy cliched wrath and terror of her mother's smile. Should never have to flinch inside behind walls made of bricks behind barricades of stone wrapped in bubble-wrap at her mother's glance. Eyes should never hold so much power within the flash of discontent. She should not live on a boat always biding time waiting for storms to pass for waves to curl and crack down upon her head down into the sand that holds her down into the dark that kisses her goodnight down into the brutal flick the tap on the glass clench of the fingers twitch of the jaw should never have to wait for the mother's roar to echo through the chamber of her heart until silence envelopes her soul and she can sleep without fear. Should never fear her mother's evening breath the gentle and stilling exhale a sigh a brittle and glassed sound that shatters against her tightly pursed lips locked mouth. Should never tell the heart to quiet down and let her run like a good child ignoring the warning bells which everyone else seems to ignore the words that leave her stubborn lips in the joke she tells the story she preaches the hesitated eye widening limerick the expected story to tell her friends her mother's wrath tastes like fire in her belly sulphur in her throat and metallic lingerings of biting her tongue to suppress the screams 'what can you expect' 'my mother gets like that' 'she attacked me' 'but its okay' 'I was stubborn'
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Star_Light
19/Transmasculine/Australia
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 7:19 AM UTC
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