Her

Her

You make me want to fall into an endless coma
Where the darkness creeps a bitter aroma
Where the bats and the scorpions bite
Where even the weakest dog feels like they have to fight

You Infuriate me with your annoyance
The darkest shade of clairvoyance
Like poking at a disturbed bruise
Honestly trying to figure you out is old news

To make others suffer like you is obnoxious
Hell sometimes the sound of your voice is nauseous
Like ripping off a layer of my own skin
Just to see what's hidden within

You remind me of how my mother used to treat me
But hell even she couldn't defeat me
But still you stab at that yellow bruise
And make me feel every inch of her abuse

your games make me tired as hell
So exhausting is this one room cell
Even after you push me into a corner
You just remind me so much of her

Never satisfied as long as your needs are met
Misery was always her favorite bet
Her greed became her downfall
And still she had to have it all

She didn't care about the people that she hurt
She accused her 13 year-old daughter of being a whore and a flirt
She shoved everybody away because it was easier
And still you remind me of her

Her own pettiness made her children run away
They won't even visit her when she's gray
They won't even have any words to say
When she's laying in that coffin one day

Her ideas was so narrow
And if you didn't follow them with an arrow
She would throw the biggest fit
Then turn around and say you caused it

She would put the blame on anyone but her
But never once did it occur
That the problem started at her door
The moment she called me a flirt and a whore

A.D. Small
December 25, 2022