In my most recent post I said that there would be a follow-up! This piece is short, and please enjoy, and leave feedback!
Tugging at a Trigger
Two hands,
two feet
enhanced dexterity
A mother’s twisted love
and a trillion triggers
the weight of my short note
sets off the illogical verbal barrage
and she runs in circles to escape her own bullets.
How is one to realize
“ I love you, Mom.”
is a damaging phrase.
Or was it my smile
on video chat,
meant as a light,
which lead her demons home
defining boundaries is simple for me,
because I never shared her house
without an escape route
and an alley in the field.
But, I not everyone has escaped.
And I wonder,
how many times
my reaching out in good faith,
pulled a trigger.
SickyBeat 