mom says, "i love you," every time i ask if she likes me.
this is a short story. it begins with the womb and ends with rage-filled love. it begins with a screaming and raging evening and ends with a heavy silence at the dinner table.
the moon will sing a song for me. i loved you like the sun, bore the shadows that you made with no light of my own. i shine only with the light you gave me.
do you love me enough that i may be weak with you? everyone loves strength, but do you love me for my weakness? that is the real test. do you love me stripped of everything that might be lost, for only the things i will have forever?
you convinced yourself that this was necessary, this darkness. that it was the only way to survive, to grow stronger than those who hurt you. it consumed your mind, your heart, your soul.