Ma Mere

As the light cascades onto my face,

My eyes twinkle in the light of moving pictures,

That never seem to stop.

Breath slows, so does my mind.

Moves like molasses across the counter top.

Thoughts slide uneasily through my mind,

Occurring to late to account,

For what’s truly happening in life.

The sound pierces my ears like a slap in the face.

My mind goes blank, distain turned black.

She’s at it again: words battering down my soul,

Like a steel car that screeches and growls,

With every swerve towards me.

I wake,

Bruised and cut within,

Not a single mark upon my skin.

My eyes drift towards a flower,

Sitting daintily by my side.

I touch and let it perch in my hand,

And with a peculiar frown watch it die.

It rots and crumbles in my grasp,

Making me scream my final last.

I as I sit silently and let the words wash over me,

Drown me, Choke me, Throw me into oblivion.

I sigh and walk away, only to face another day,

Of pain and torture galore,

That only comes with words,

And sneers upon fat lips and glossy eyes,

Much unlike to my surprise.