Another Birthday Approaching
Another Birthday Approaching
There were so many unresolved
hurtful words said in haste
on your way out, mother.
Pain that never thawed,
unsympathetic eyes
with blinkers and no
apparent regret.
I could say I forgave
but the blood
on my living room floor
could call me hypocrite
and liar, a blood version
of Dali's, The Face Of War.
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