Home .
Atropa .
Phoenix .
She was a Wire Mother .
but i didn't have a cloth mother .
no comfort to choose .
when you say i'm not .
disgusting .
stinky .
cruel .
unlovable .
gross .
or hug me with a melting warmth .
or say i can always have a hug if i want one .
the old numb stories of a wire mother and a methed up dad .
come to life .
because the icicles built around .
those memories keeps them frozen .
in the space of weird anecdote .
but it's so hard not to cry when your warmth melts the ice .
but if i do you might empathise .
you might feel like i do .
but i never want to hurt you .
no one should ever have to .
feel like i do .
i don't want to hurt you .
i'm ok. just go .
i'll see you tomorrow .
