she
is hot pink lipstick
she is white lace, long wavy brown hair
she is pretending not to know me
as well as her hands and eyes do
is pretending
she is allowed to be a mother this mothers day
allowed to have children after taking the child out of me
allowed to sit in the pews of this church
without the angels descending
and spontaneously combusting her body.

she is...smiling.

the serial killer in me would like to rip her jaws apart
to break that smile in half and make a necklace from her teeth
I am only reclaiming my bones and bits of me from her mouth
it's more pleasant this way
i don't belong to her anymore
i belong to me