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As the Beast From Hell Runs Back To Her Alcohol

"AS THE BEAST FROM HELL RUNS BACK TO HER ALCOHOL."


I look at her and know:
If she had been 
loved by her mother 
during those nights 
without the sun, 
if she had been 
loved by her father 
during those days 
without the moon, 
she would have lived 
with a heart full of 
love to give.
she questions God 
and wonders why 
her daughter searches 
through gnats 
of the night for 
doves of symphony.

she destroys her 
daughter like her 
mother destroyed her.

when I asked the beast 
from hell if she felt 
remorse for her 
iniquitous version 
of love toward her 
daughter, 
she replied:

"if the bi??h is going
to do it to me, I'm 
going to do it right
back to her."

the beast once told 
me that her mother 
would hit her in the 
face leaving bruises 
and marks.

I once asked the 
beast 
from hell if she 
thought 
she was an exact 
copy 
of her mother.

she said, "I'm 
nothing like my
mother!"

I wonder if her 
daughter with marks 
and bruises on her 
body and face, 
would agree on this 
Easter weekend.


by: Chicano Eddie
4.21.19
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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