“MOM!”

MOM!

not like a question
never a polite request, and
no more sweet milky whispers
that tantalized, not terrorized the ears

MOM!

like a hammer
like your voice is a hammer
and I am your nail, every hit
harder than the last one,
the percussive jolt through
the drums inside me –
my ears are crying blood tears

MOM!

it’s too much sometimes, baby,
you know, after a while
(like a decade)
it actually starts to hurt
to realize that even if I listen well,
I’m still never enough

 

Written for the Daily Post – thanks for the inspiration, WordPress!

 

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