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My Mother
Stench.
Deathly
Putrid stench
I spend hours in agony
Smelling the scent
Death and chocolate
My mothers signature perfume
I turn my nose in disgust
I cannot rest
Every turn brings a new whiff
I don't want her near
She's closing in
The door flies open
Almost breaks the wall
She calls round the corner
My name
She draws closer
Her words like daggers
Pain
I feel the burn
Although she has no hands
Her tongue is like a silver blade
Piercing my every inch
Slicing my spirt into two even halves
Oh the pain
She disguises my name
Using only
'it's' and 'yous'
My name is no longer real
I have become her product
I will grow up as her
In her footsteps
Her words
Her movements
There is no further option
I am
Death
Another soul to add
To her putrid cologne
