Mother
Dim is how light felt back then
the torment
rabid lust
foolish
uncertain
Dark reined in small bosom caves
milky
filled with grace provided then destroyed
she caressed my basal layer
stitched power through my brain
power to push dead up to the surface
to shed hypocritical love onto sheets of resentment
power to pop bubble wrap under the soles of her feet
just to p…