You are your mother

Journal Entry:

25th June 2020
Until we absolve ourselves, make ourselves see ourselves in the past. Until we go back to
whatever festers us, break the chain it has on us, we will always return.

When you begin to look like your mother / it starts with a smile / that curves into a banana / waiting to undress / & you begin to sink / to wither everything you want to wither / to mould everything you want to mould / you imagine her lips to be malleable metal / bending at your will / before it parts to reveal you / one by one / you by your mother / over and over / as

the start of / a carefree laugh / a soothing laugh /
/ hooks you /

& you comb yourself in her distress / the two of you at…