xMotherMoonx

Thighs pressed against hot plastic Head bowed They claim If you pray away the sin That it won’t be washed to your shorelines In the middle of the night In a misguided attempt at regret I’ll swallow the words whole Chew them even though they’re glassy And sharp bitter that bites at the tongue You shouldn’t have opened your legs Their voices accuse and deny dignity What good would come from pleading The case they think they see with reality Fingers ache as they squeeze Bruises form like tiny flower petals His gaze is chaotic as he stares down The brown eyes tearing up in front of him The staircase is the reminder The staircase is the weapon As he shoves her forward Instead Their gazes judge as women walk in Walk away problem free They whisper loudly in judging tones Thighs pressed tightly against hot plastic Head bowed If I prayed hard enough Could this be a picture perfect sunset Ride away hair in the wind Or would this be the perfect storm Swirled up by the chaotic

you are standing in the chaos of the weeds grown into the very image set at the back of my mind brunette ringlets around your ears wild and chaotic like your mother's you are older than i imagined 14 years old i would say you are carefree standing in the pathways of setting suns and fire ringed clouds your smile is crooked and gappy freckles smattered across your cheeks, chin, forehead but i cannot hear your voice only see your image i created in the whispy purples and pinks and blues i realize too late that this is where it'll end as you gesture towards the sky and stars your lips move in a silent plea let me go mother so that i may be like the stars above you silently watching and free no longer burdened by your chains wearily i close my eyes and shudder out shaky breaths that betray the sorrow in my lungs how could your mother keep you chained here by all the regrets that liter her mind how can any mother simply say goodbye to their child they dreamed of