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Mother
A light shines at the end of the road
  Mother
  Should I reach for it
  Or will you leave?
  Mother
  You go and you hold onto it
  And I shriek a feminist laughter
  Yes dear mother, Adieu
  On the seventh day without sun, like sea
  He abandoned you
  Mother
  I was home and wondered where you were.
  And late, late, late—tick tock went the rabbit
  Its bead eyes clad with a single eyeglass
  although I swear it's to replace the devoured sight
  Mother.
  I stared in front of a glowing screen
  Mother
  Until you came home for dinner
  At dinner I stared at a you.
  Mother
  You were wrong, wrong, wrong from the start
  A hypocrite who couldn't see
  An angel who sank beyond Hell
  And look, now something is growing
  Malevolently, malignantly inside of you
  Mother
  But you chose the slow death.
  I didn't hear your words that day
  Tick tock said the rabbit
  a pawn toppled the Queen
  Mother
  A glowing screen sat in front of me
  Mother
  And I kept counting those incorrigible numbers
  You kept wringing my brain dry
  Mother
  With a poisoned body
  Your uterus holds expired life
  A hollow bosom reeks of broken will.
  Smile, smile, smile yes please
  Laughter looks down on you
  Mother
  My heart pumped steadily through your message.
  It's growing—a parasite voracious for guilt
  you shan't let it starve in me
  Tick tock
  Mother.
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