A Mother's Love

Every sting of the belt can be timed with your shouting. A perverse syncopation musical Crack! You can feel the displaced air just before- Did you know that? I read somewhere that a whip breaks the sound barrier just as it breaks polyester-cotton blend and flesh. Sweaty fists gripping chain cross-ties, muscles tighten and strain- I can feel the trickle slow and meandering lazy rivers of warmth. It should tickle- squirming against the sensation I’m sorry Mom! I really am- Be a man! She screams How would I know how? All of them Left you Left us Left me The sonic boom hurts my ear more than anything…at least for now. That and the warm throb of a Mother’s love.