The mom called her daughter a bitch.
She spat on her and accused her of sleeping with her best friend and another.
The mom punched her daughter multiple times in the head. She stuffed her mouth with cotton and wished her dead.
The mom choked her daughter and labelled her ugly. She felt that being dark was ugly. If you ain’t light then you ain’t right! Right?
The mom showered her daughter with negative thoughts. She always told her that she is nothing and will always be nothing.
The mom left marks on her daughter. Other moms agreed with the parts she shared with them. They spoke louder so the daughter could hear how disappointed they were with how she ‘treated,’ her mother.
The mom played the victim when confronted with facts.
The mom made sobbing noises on the phone to her friends. But her eyes remained tearless.
The mom blamed the daughter for everything bad in her life.
The daughter prayed and prayed and prayed.
Her eyes are so puffy from all the crying.
The mom lied and cried and lied some more. Her stories spread like a virus.
Interesting addition to the clothes I wear.
I add many things to this small, zipped, denim location.
Tissue, paracetamol, lip-balm, eye-drops, hand cream, lemon sherbet drops and a three page letter.
I wrote about 2020.
I transferred pain from my heart, to these pages, to my pocket.
I released everything. Yet, I keep memories folded and close by.
Maybe, they’ll wash away the deeper I stride into this scenic lake.
The only thing that matters is my birth.
With my breasts if you think they’ll help you become a better man.
With my body if you find peace at home.
With my mind if you need hope.
But never play with my heart.
At all the rats in the sewers, if it helps you to reflect on how much of a dick you are.
I’m sitting in a BMW i8.
It’s black with electric blue around the wheels and the headlights.
The seats are leather and heated, my ass is warm.
I’m sipping a cup of hot-chocolate made with oat milk. Cows milk is for baby cows.
All windows are up, I hate the sounds of those grotty voices nearby.
Does it look like my car needs cleaning?
Only me and I’m stuck.
Is there ever traffic at 0333 hours?
I’m not moving.
Engulfed in thought processes.
Delinquent of 70% responsibilities.
I’m not a passenger.
I’m not a red light.
I’m not another car in a queue.
I’m not even there.
I did nothing.
I’ve done nothing.
I’ll do nothing.
Karma has you, hung, strung and burnt alive with ice.
I hear everything and nothing.
Breathing too loudly.
Fearing what’s behind closed doors.
Longing for your hugs.
I miss you.
A total mindfuck.
A wink and a stare.
Your best friend, who lifts you high into blissful moments.
Your lover, your one and only! A cherry kiss from her red lips.
A quiet thought with a pinch of care.
One wrong move and Crow will gut you, right after or just before you ask God for forgiveness.
Unique is this thing that flourishes in your life.
Unique is an amazing thought process, wrapped up in pain and anxiety.
Don’t ask her to choose, life is full of commonplace varieties.
NEVER ask the opinion of everyday society!
Don’t stare too long, Crow will tear you from out of that seat at their table of peace. For one cannot dream of what Unique is, without something good to eat?
Unique is a mixture of warmth and ice, like cookie dough and ice-cream with added observations.
No cinnamon sprinkles, it’s fucking disgusting.
Unique is a plethora of stars made into human form.
Unique is living remnants of our universe from way back when.
Keep asking questions.
Keep watching your shadows.
Did you know, Crow prefers homemade banana bread?
Complete with heartache and suffering and that bitches ignorant head!
Unique is your bestie! Your homie beyond death you’ll never part.
Unique is pure mind-games, surreal like Dali art.
Unique is present, past and your future.
Unique is your tears as they profusely flow.
Unique is the end game and that is no joke.
Crow is listening to your thoughts.
Unique is above average in fact beyond the range of online surroundings.
Unique is Pandora’s Box in a misunderstanding.
Unique is the gift of lava burning through your soul.
Unique does not exist in this world, therefore you’ll never know.
Remember to close your windows and lock your doors, the evil one flies through the night…