January 23, 2010
By Anonymous

Today my mother told me
about when she was young
and tried to break her arm
in her desperation
to get out of a test at school
she laughed at her young foolishness,
and I obligingly laughed along with her
but inside I wondered
if she'd ever experienced
true desperation
the need to make it all stop
felt the bottle in her hand
the shard against her skin
the stairs under her feet
wanting to make the voices shut up
that mocked her every time she looked in the mirror

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