Too Late
By bedazzled •
Your heartclap words
thunder through the silence.
Two pulses wrestle.
Long ago
mother-daughter percussion
was forgotten.
Took each blood clot,
built a wall around my centre
so you couldn't touch
the truth.
We don't speak.
There's only black ribbons
prettily adorning
an empty box
of silence.
Bones starved
of fulfilment,
I engrave them with
his love
but you could only
break them,
couldn't you?
I hurl storm-words
because I don't want
to feel the rain.
I don't want to know.
Shove down the locks
and disguise the betrayal
of the betrayed.
You forgot about me.
I can only hear
your blame,
your icy critiques
and icicle stabs.
You forgot,
I bled,
and now it's too late
for heart-clap words,
Mum.