
I perform my chores like a good, young lady
Scrubbing the table,
and dreaming my life away
Screams shrill, she SLAMS the door
R.A.G.E !!!
Disgorging wrath, an everyday drill
Pitiless stony tones
Her critical words slice the air
frigid eyes and a cold, hard stare
Her scarcity of tenderness clashes with,
my hunger for togetherness
sticky tears trickle down my face
Indifference emanates her space
She scorns my frown
Her maternal deluge of mania
black toxicity, a whirlwind of lethality
Unbalanced Unstable Unsteady
BLURRED LINES!!!
A shadow lunges forward
deranged lost look
snatches my hair and smashes my face
HARD!!!,
against the wooden table
Shocked Startled Stunned
Escaping upstairs, I lock myself away
My mirrored reflection
Sweet dear child
Philtrum-stained droplets
GLISTEN!!!
claret red, cherry crimson look of dread
Wounds that ooze, scars fuse
crammed with pain
Heart breaks
spirit slain
as my nose
Aches
© Chantal Weiss 2025 All Rights Reserved
About the Creator
Chantal Christie Weiss
I write memoirs, essays, and poetry.
My self-published poetry book: In Search of My Soul. Available via Amazon, along with writing journals.
Tip link: https://www.paypal.me/drweissy
Chantal, Spiritual Badass
England, UK



Comments (1)
Beautifully written.