Mother

Published | Mace and Crown 2021

https://maceandcrown.com/1473/magazines/mace-crown-spring-2021/

Perhaps through your eyes

I might recover the

Last breath of my mother’s

Tears, like a child’s first

Heartbreak, soft and chaos filled,

Her trust billowed from her eyes.

And I, in turn, tried to piece it back together,

Like the animal puzzle could

Represent something more than

Adult temptation, her child heart

Breaking underneath me

Held between ice cube

Words. Like “rape” was

Too taboo to say, like

His raw member

Was really her neglect.

Like feeling his pulse between

Tear stained pillows could

Somehow connect both her

Agony and mine, but all

It really did was shatter

Us.