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my mother is in the kitchen and she is sitting on a stool in the centre and she is crying and she is crying and she is asking the empty room and my ears listening a door away what she has done to cause her child to hate itself enough to turn to this as if this change comes from some kind of anger i had hidden away in me and not from love she looks at me in my room as she is standing at the top of the stairs and the word that i have become or that has become synonymous with me is on her mind it has infected me like a parasite and taken away her baby six years later i don’t hide the garments in the washer and she does not ask about the name she hears from the mouth of my partner and it goes unsaid and we pretend i did not beg at her feet in the kitchen
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Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 6:17 AM UTC
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my mother is in the kitchen and she is sitting on a stool in the centre and she is crying and she is crying and she is asking the empty room and my ears listening a door away what she has done to cause her child to hate itself enough to turn to this as if this change comes from some kind of anger i had hidden away in me and not from love she looks at me in my room as she is standing at the top of the stairs and the word that i have become or that has become synonymous with me is on her mind it has infected me like a parasite and taken away her baby six years later i don’t hide the garments in the washer and she does not ask about the name she hears from the mouth of my partner and it goes unsaid and we pretend i did not beg at her feet in the kitchen
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Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 6:17 AM UTC
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