Mommy

Thursday, February 23, 2012 keytihelow , Posted in

A mother and her little girl with Down's Syndrome. The child was clean and all dressed up. They were strolling in the mall, laughing together.

The child's laughter... so priceless and pure. Teeth and gums bared out without shame. She laughed, holding her mother's hand...

They looked happy, without a doubt. But we all know. The mother knows. In this cruel world, amongst people, witless, judging, and  devoid of compassion, her little girl will grow up. She will not be little anymore, and she will suffer.

But right in this moment, she's still her little girl. And they walk hand in hand, laughing without a care.

where art thou

Sunday, February 12, 2012 keytihelow , Posted in

i lay in bed
all day
without bath
without food and drink
and i leave the doors open
to invite the criminal mind
to come inside
and find a lone prey
spreadeagle
on the crumpled sheets
amongst the dog shit
and puddles of dog piss.

he will come in
black clad
his knife will gleam in the dark.

spreadeagle
i will listen to his footsteps
anticipate
for the creak of my door.

at the sight of his tall shadow
i will close my eyes
and the skin of my back
shall earnestly wait
for the kiss
of a metal blade.

girl.

Thursday, February 09, 2012 keytihelow , Posted in

i tried
to grow balls...

but i am just a girl.
i cry at night.

White

Sunday, February 05, 2012 keytihelow , Posted in

White sheets.
Big fluffy white pillows.
White flowing curtains.
White walls.
White carpet.
White ceiling.
White everything.
Everything white and untainted.

In my white shirt and white undies,
I lay my big fluffy hair on the big fluffy white pillows
And rub my white feet
and my white legs
against the silky white crumpled sheets.

In this cold white room
Beneath the glow of white fluorescent
I bury my white face
In these white white sheets.

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