left in the dust— no need of you
opened and worshiped—praised where there were no words
openly ignoring me—as only a mother can
nourished. trusted you. it’s so simple…you leave me
leave and forget……. forget and keep forgetting.
screaming and growing, in the screaming.
it doesn’t occur to me to seek possible solutions…
like what would stop the screaming, the longing,
the utter pain of neglect….this hatred of self,
this not being able to remember, or is it i’m not willing.
the lie. the game.
it rises up in me…the disgust.
i. am. disgusted. and not discussing it.
the further ignoring—-almost funny.
yet most puzzling.
a breast lump—undone by speaking the truth
an old hidden truth.
this new puzzle of weight, of growth
what needs to be said, and learned
and discovered and uncovered
slashed gently open