#failed child

An Angel came to me last night. It lingered infront of my bed and glowed like a thousand suns. As it opened its mouth, I almost passed out. The deafening cry it gave me, sounded almost like a sweet serenade. The angel gifted me a pomegranate. I broke it open and it’s red juice dripped down my fingers, staining my white linen. I handed the angel a half and watched as it drank the sweet nectar and let it dribble down its chin. It looked nearly unholy. Staring at the creature, tears ran down my face and burned themselves into my skin. Only later I realized.. only later I saw the mirror infront of me.

My mother is a vicious beast. She is shards of broken glass and she is the ash from her cigarettes. She has sharpened claws and resentful eyes. She spills out cruelties and hands them to me on a silver plate. She breathes out merciless words and rips at my throat. I’ll forever be her failed creation. I’ll forever be the sight she hates most. And yet, I seek out her comfort and bathe in her warmth, because she’ll always be my mother.