Exhale
6pm
Black Vest
Wet Chest
“Be good”
“Please don’t leave”
Open Door – Out.
Open bottle exhales a fizz
Child in turmoil with sticky face
And fear of War.
Blue Jumper
Grey Trousers
Face of comfort eating
With a burden of guilt.
Mother – You where my all.
You held my hand along a tight rope.
Protection and eternal suit of arms.
Provider of all I could endure – of everything that meant anything.
My only grasp on what I knew to be love.
You sacrificed your lungs
Your eyes
Your body
Your time
Your happiness
Your thoughts
Your all
You’re all
I was all.
Mother – You where fighting an eternal war of fire and ice – of Poverty and misery.
I was all, you where all.
Mother- I imitate the tone of your mother in my own selfish pride.
This is not about me.
Mother – I cried every night in pyjamas waiting for your entrance, and waiting to know that you, and I where safe.
Mother - When you finally lost the strength to hold up the umbrella and broke down in an upstairs single bed in fear of demons and rapist cunt.
Mother – When one final nosebleed, one bruise could not heal, One threat of death was comfort.
One final pair of blunt emotional scissors cut away the umbilical cord until you
Snapped
Leaving a shell of a life
That was only ever
A shell.
Mother – Talking to plants and creating your own bubble.
Serving beer to a miniature globe that you will never get to leave:
Content in the mundane.
A glass of wine and an open snore
Trash TV to distract the thought
Standing meal to disguise the disorder.
Mother;
Burden and
Saviour of
Life.
Black Vest
Wet Chest
“Be good”
“Please don’t leave”
Open Door – Out.
Open bottle exhales a fizz
Child in turmoil with sticky face
And fear of War.
Blue Jumper
Grey Trousers
Face of comfort eating
With a burden of guilt.
Mother – You where my all.
You held my hand along a tight rope.
Protection and eternal suit of arms.
Provider of all I could endure – of everything that meant anything.
My only grasp on what I knew to be love.
You sacrificed your lungs
Your eyes
Your body
Your time
Your happiness
Your thoughts
Your all
You’re all
I was all.
Mother – You where fighting an eternal war of fire and ice – of Poverty and misery.
I was all, you where all.
Mother- I imitate the tone of your mother in my own selfish pride.
This is not about me.
Mother – I cried every night in pyjamas waiting for your entrance, and waiting to know that you, and I where safe.
Mother - When you finally lost the strength to hold up the umbrella and broke down in an upstairs single bed in fear of demons and rapist cunt.
Mother – When one final nosebleed, one bruise could not heal, One threat of death was comfort.
One final pair of blunt emotional scissors cut away the umbilical cord until you
Snapped
Leaving a shell of a life
That was only ever
A shell.
Mother – Talking to plants and creating your own bubble.
Serving beer to a miniature globe that you will never get to leave:
Content in the mundane.
A glass of wine and an open snore
Trash TV to distract the thought
Standing meal to disguise the disorder.
Mother;
Burden and
Saviour of
Life.
