Haunted
I stare out my window,
to the freedom beyond.
My throat closes around the words i want to scream.
Mother enters my room, bottle in hand.
I wont face her, shouldnt acknowledge her,
knowing her intentions.
Out of the corner of my eye I see her raise that bottle.
In that brief second before she slams it down into my skull,
I see a snake coiled, ready to strike.
I realize I have my cutting knife.
One, two, I strike.
I miss her and my world goes black.
I knew I couldnt hurt her, shes my mother.
In unconciousness Im sitting in a meadow.
Watching the sunset and the moths fly.
I am in the freedom I yearned for so much.
But now it seems empty.
Of course,
whenever I succeed I feel nothing.
My past...
haunting me...
I shall never be free.
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