I had a dream
A dream about her again last night
I can’t see her face anymore
When I wake up, I can’t remember
Do you remember how she looked like?
When her face wasn’t swollen
And her arms weren’t full of bruises
I don’t understand
It’s like you’re trying so hard to hurt me
To hurt us
“Don’t worry, I am going to do better
From now onwards, I am going to keep you safe”
How, by moving out?
You should have left this place years ago
I can’t believe you made us go through this again
Actually, I can
Of course, I can
You’re full of rage and I can still smell it
You’re hurting this woman
This woman you’re hurting is my mother
Tell me
Why haven’t you changed?
Tell me
I like details
“Honestly, I’m angry
I didn’t want to hurt you or her, I still don’t
There’s no reason for this to end badly
There’s no reason for these hallways with no exits
Excuse my language, everything I learned
I learned from my father
My father was the meanest of them all
And then he disappeared
By the way
I am not unaware of the obvious cliché here
Being…not a happy childhood”
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