“Don’t touch me.” Mother whispers in my ear.
“Be quiet! Hush! She adds.
“You have performed irresponsibly again.”
“You are grounded until your high school commencement.”
Mothers’ words sting my heart.
Her presence surrounds me.
Her chilly breath has never been warm.
Her eyes stab my cheeks.
Where are soft kisses?
She squeezes and drains every once of blood from me.
She haunts me with cold cynical memories.
My mother, still so miserable.
Even in death her misery lives within me.
Please, let go mother.
Wait for me.
I promise, I will love you back.