⠀“ mother .ᐣ ”
i call for her until my throat is scratched and dry , my voice is reduced to a pathetic rasp , and all i taste is the blood she regrets giving me .
i can't be soft. i can't let my guard down. i can't be vulnerable, because they'll all learn who i really am. i don't want them to know how weak and pathetic i truly am. fragility is a curse.
i love you like a rotten dog, i love you like my canines are falling out of my gums, like a monster, like a beast. like something not worth loving back.