More very old words of a past left far behind…
The spite in her eyes… So unremitting…
She hates me… She hates me…
Mother’s cold eyes cut deeper than blades,
As her words shred, leaving me in tatters
Helpless to the onslaught when her rage strikes
The mistake of reaching out for help…
Who was he to touch me?
Betrayed when trust should rule
Secrets, shame to cap the pit
I am become nothing
© 05 September 2015
by D. Denise Dianaty
