an ugliness about her
thought i heard knocking against my bedroom door.
could it be my mothers come to end us all?
maybe she’s finally had enough.
the flip-side of the coin tells me that
she’s being generous not leaving me
around to deal with her body.
there has always been an ugliness about her that
has nothing to do with her demeanor.
a permanent shadow cast in front of her nature.
i know her unwillingness to express anger
& frustration is all leading up to a single act of
all i can do is keep my door locked until then.
will i let her in?