my mother never cried her eyes she emptied of their water so she wouldn't drown
she was a poetess yesterday and a beast the night I was born there was no milk left on her ******* only vinegar and blood
she strikes me just to hear the sound my mouth a shape she cannot recognize her fingers are hooks sunk in my cheeks, my thighs, my spine
her anger lodged in my throat as I try her dresses and twirl in the room to keep her burdensome corpse company until the coroner comes I'll tell them she's just taking a nap
I can't explain the rot, it's been there all her life