In a dream,
she follows me towards
The crevice of the world.
My mother, indigo raging
like a sharp scream within my brain.
I would never rid of her peculiar grin.
Her smirk, a missile, seeks out
the errors of my ways.
But life after cunning life,
She finds me settling at the root
then cuts me off.
I sit sustained here
in the moment composed
and waiting on her return.
She is the real culprit
of my shadow.
And knows this strange abyss.
I choose to keep her away
In the silence between my breath
To begin loving her from afar.
In hopes that she will one day
find herself without a curse
And out of her mad little box.