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Mar 2017
i  c a n n o t
be l i k e my
m  o  t  h  e  r
high strung &
domineering
callingallthe
s   h   o   t   s
loading all of
the g  u  n  s  
have held the
trigger in fits
of   epileptic
shock, crying
please. *******.
save. me. from.
myself.

had a dream she
was a white horse
standing in the middle of
blood red stream, silver
hooves beating the earth
around my head, trying
to be the savior I didn't
want but always had

and somewhere along
the way I decided to deboard
the maternal train, stop trailing
her coattails, cause her faith had
gone stale, and mine was hid away
couldn't find an inch of myself
that wasn't stamped with
her approval and I guess
everyone caught me at
a the worst right
time when I
decided an
old me had
to be extinguished
so here I am all
raw and naked
as the day I was
born as they
saying goes--


all raw and naked
and waiting for some
clothes, the saying is lost


all raw and naked

all raw and naked

all raw
a n d
naked
(c) Brooke Otto 2017
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