The rage builds quietly in the first minute,
blood boiling, billowing out in bursts.
Her eyes turn cold l,
the normal bedroom blue
turns to the color of the night meeting the day.
A corner of her lip trembles,
words forming incoherently.
During the last minute
she summons her thoughts,
puts them in order,
and finds her voice.
The volcano of curses
of abuses
and of pain
pour out to burn my flesh.
"Whore!"
"Worthless slut!"
"I wish I aborted you!"
"I wish you were dead!"
Words spoken from a mother
to her loyal son
who does nothing but take it to heart.
"You're a bad child!"
"Ungrateful demon spawn!"
You created me,
you gave birth to me.
You molded me
into the bad, ungrateful child
you see me as.
Children are not born inherently bad,
you teach them those behaviors.
You being unfit is not an excuse,
you could've sent me to an experienced parent.
I did nothing
to deserve your anger and hate.
I did nothing
but do everything for you.
I promised you wouldn't be harmed,
I promised I would protect you.
in those 3 minutes of silence
you chose to lose your son.
I will not be your punching bag
so I will walk away
and never turn back.
©a.l.melton
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