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
.