A Mother’s Unconditional Love
Hidekel Carmona
She is mad I didn’t tell her. How could I?
No mother wants to hear her daughter is damaged.
Picking up pieces
of her mutilated body is slowly killing her.
How are you supposed to explain that
to the woman that has loved you unconditionally?
You can’t, and so the chaos begins.
When I act completely fine
it’s my insides that are eating away at me.
damaging our relationship
I open my eyes
to her gripping my shoulders
screaming
crying:
“WHY WON’T YOU TALK TO ME?!”
Her voice bounces off my ivory walls
Sobs hydrate my dry skin
Maybe she can tell
I’m giving up
Maybe she can tell
I’m already gone.