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Coffin Mother - A poem.
I was born with splinters poking out I was held in bloodless arms My mother bore me skin and bone But she was a box, and never a home My mother's kisses were dusty and dry My mother's door rusted shut I am new and unaware of you How my father was a victim too There is only one way coffins show love There is an inevitability about it Submitting to the grave is your only one true fate and her chest cavity is beckoning you're late from dust to dust we always return at any moment you could strike to hold me sing me a lullaby while you take my life Death mother keep me safe You've kept me trapped from the sky burred under shrouds of darkness and dirt Like a blanket over my world to deny you is to open my eyes I break your fragile lid and rip your hinges Torn away I cast parts of you aside I crawl with my dead hands through the earth above until a rumored heaven breaks open my brown sky Light and colors fill my vision, the air is not stale my lungs sting and my muscles ache I was not built for standing, walking 6 feet below I can hear howling curses of forgiveness; "This transgression could be forgiven You've had your fun, now come down from there The pain you caused, the body you've broken All that you've abandoned in the home I've built Just try to use the muscles I raised you with I knew you weren't ready for this Come sleep on my chest and let the cold soothe you Everyone has to die eventually." Coffin mother I hate you the ultraviolet burns my malnourished skin There is wood in my lungs, skin, hair Headboards feel like tombstones, Bouquets are mournful Coffin mother I miss you walking on my own with these unused legs makes me yearn for the embrace of sleep laying down in you to turn my brain off Coffin mother I don't love you But I do, in the way you love starvation after awhile Recovery can't stop my memories of enjoyment the high I chased of emptiness you gave I won't ever return to you, I'll blow my ashes in the wind, and you can die with whatever scars my freedom cost. Nobody is coming to fix the hole I punched through you to reach the sky. I can't remove the dirt from my nails or the splinters permanently in my blood. But you can't catch me to engulf my soul in it anymore. I don't care if I'm a dead thing among men. I will die with more life than I was born with. Despite you and your version of the world.
do u have a normal relationship with your mother or do you have to imagine yourself violently murdering her mid conversation in order to cope with her presence after everything she's done
when my mom doesn't show up to predetermined plans and im suddenly 10 years old again fighting and crying into my dads chest about how my mom doesn't love me anymore
Is it so much to ask to be loved by my own mom
Is it so much to ask to be loved by my own mom
Is it so much to ask to be loved by my own mom
Dude wtf
I just came back from an agriculture school trip and the moment I get in the car i’m getting basically yelled at for why did my grade in Chinese go down to B? Why do I have stuff missing? Asking me things I don’t even know. Actually, no it’s more like blaming me. I just woke up from basically an hour nap in a hot bus and I told her that yet she still decided to pester and yell at me. You just can’t please your parents. No matter how hard you try.
NEW FANFIC IGNORE ALL MY WIPS… avatar the last airbend new obsession LOL
My mom said that i should kms. She still thinks that i am the problem🪽
"i hate hugs i hate affections stop trying to hug me dont get too close" this is what my mother says to me all the time. i just want some love a single warm motherly touch she has none of it yet my brother walks by and she says "come here" with a soft voice unknown to me. "give me a hug" then she gives him kisses and all the love in the world. i want that at least once, please? i know im a terrible daughter im not perfect im not good at studying im not beautiful i dont have a good body but cant you atleast hold my hand....just once