Not enough.
Never enough.
“Die son die!
FAKER!
Rot in Hell, Fag!”
Her echoes ring.
Endless and indelible.
Rage.
Lies.
Hate.
My voic- no, her- my-
The line was never clear.
My image made by her.
Mother. Monster.
Monster. Mother.
Mother? Monster.
Monster.
“I gave you everything.
I gave you life!
I gave you!
I, GAVE!”
Unbearable weight.
Placed upon an adult. Placed upon a child.
Given by an adult. Given by a child.
Taken by an adult. Taken by a child.
Never truly an adult. Never truly a child.
“Ungrateful!”
Her face hangs on my wall.
Not my image, but my image regardless.
Right mirror. Wrong image. Wrong mirror. Wrong-
“Wrong.
Wrong.
WRONG.
WRONG!”
The heirloom no one wanted.
We don’t speak anymore.
Who does she hurt to make it stop?
Who drinks her poison for her?
Is it her? No. She never could.
I do, despite years apart, I do.
I do, despite oceans between, I do.
I do, despite all common sense, I do.
For between us there is no border line.