I envy the gold-tipped fingers that caress another's sides.
Mine are coated with poison
that comes in the form of a mother's rage.
Melting my skin raw and
leaving tainted bones in the wake
Where should i place these hands of mine?
They have gone far too long unheld.
That is not bitterness in my voice,
it is my mother's envenomed love.
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Author:
K.B. (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: February 1st, 2023 12:29
- Category: Family
- Views: 9
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