a poem about an unloving motherstop. just stop right there. your lies are fear-tainted poisonous darts i will no longer stand still, an unmoving target of unwarranted devotion giving no more access to my tender flesh you are not safe you are not home you…
I am afraid all the time.thanks mom & dad… /s I’m not joking – I am afraid all the time. All.the.fucking.time. Before I was born, I was already a victim of a horrifically violent act visited on my mother by my father and the terror…
