This is the third part in a tough series of poems. These have a content warning and introduction here. Please read it first and feel free to come back later for something less disturbing if these might be too much for you to read.

poisoned                                         August 18, 2017
this grief is a second shadow
following me through the day
we take my son out for calzones
the celebrate his promotion
to the accelerated class
this first child of my blood
who doesn’t know that he
is my boy who lived

what a wicked world
that kills girls
with a billion little cuts
to make women
good and quiet
what mercy
to never breathe
this evil air
filled with men’s greed
and vile verbs
like fuck and bang and bitching

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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1 Response to poisoned

  1. Pingback: Everywhere but Here and an Introduction by way of Explanation | the liminal life of m

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