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Apr 2017
Mother
Half-heartedly stumbled her way
Down the eight stairs that lead
From her bedroom to the living room
Quiet was the air
Sick was my stomach
Bright was the tree
Lucy, pranced around
Coat bright pale
As the ground outside
My brother, groaning as the stairs
Creak under him, following
My mother’s steps
“eat” she looks at me
“I can’t I’m sick”
“ Good” she stares
Glass in hand
Day hasn’t even broken yet
“it would be good for you to become a little anorexic.” Her mouth pushed out with aggression
I was 11.
Poem from early years of starting poetry, could still use some hashing. One day I'll get there
#mother
#childhood
#pain
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