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Feb 2016
And so it goes
The palpable ache in your voice
The slow burn of chaos
The crawl of acid in my throat
And Rigor mortis in my skin
I brace for the deluge
You are the perfect storm
And I am always wreckage on your shore
You shattered me a lifetime ago
Swept away in the flotsam and jetsam
Of your unfettered ego
And your insatiable …
Candy melts sweet can’t sustain
You’re fetid with the choices you made
You savaged my soul
Your little ******* child
Tossed out on the lawn with the soiled sheets
For the world to see
And you savored it.

And somehow I’m bound
By the memory of grace
And Sunday school songs
To spread my brittle wings and shelter you
Even as the ribs snap
I bleed out any integrity
Just for you
A mother’ s love is…
F... that…really
You only show me the horror in my own soul
With your black hole heart
And I am on terminal spin
TL Boehm
04/15/13
the story behind this perhaps is more interesting than the poem. I love my mom - but at 27 she told me the man who raised me was not my dad. She divorced this man, married a childhood sweetheart and told the world he was my natural father. I have never reconciled this in my soul. She has her reasons. But my identity has never recovered. The explicit tag is primarily due to the language...
Tammy Boehm
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Tammy Boehm  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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