Hallways

Walk down "Monster"

sharp glass shards

underneath my feet

Man 1 thinks I'm a

psycho

Man 2 calls me

Liar, Liar

but where is mother

in all of this?

son's very sick again

blade at the ready now

pills 1 2 and 3.

question of

where

when

and how,

mother,

not a question

of if.

 

I cannot wallow

in someone else's hallway

anymore.

deep dank dark

long arduous crooked

no mother the path is

most certainly

not straight

the lights' been shaded

and I can no

longer breathe.

 

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