Mother is so mean
her devilry is seen
I must get away
her petals are a darkened slate,
forever rotten and torn
her petals are voided warmth.
.
She always wants a fight,
devilry peeks through her green eyes,
chaos is not my end,
it's a mere trick that her pesticides inject.
I am now discovering who I really am
and will not bend.
.
This is my soul journey,
where I discover myself,
and hydrate the pedals
that thirst for help.
.
My goal is that I forever escape
her deathly haste
and her scorned roots
That made her crude.
Her fragmented words
are her curse.
.
The rouge she projects
makes one rest
emotional detachment is best,
where she cannot drain your intellect
and pry your mental state.
.
Osmosis used muddy water
that was sprayed
pesticides made their way,
Now, mother is mentally ill,
trauma fuels her will.
.
I will close my eyes and listen
and start the session
to see what I was before my mother's prison,
and why she is my parent,
one who is imminent
in hating my existence.