Mother's Day
I've been dreading it for a while,
now. Well it's that time of year,
and so every time I go to the grocery store
and see all the cards and little gift
bags, I feel like I've come this close
to losing my ever-living-mind.
I recall my first car crash - in an
instant, watching the car in front of
me get closer and closer, slamming
the breaks even though I know they
won't be enough, and thinking
"this is going to hurt". It feels that
way again, only slow this time,
frame-by-frame. I'll buy her
a card this year, and maybe a box
of chocolates, and I'll lay them
by her grave, regretting all the
horrible things that she loved me
in spite of.
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