What the fuck, mom? Pt II
When I sat you down and
c o n f e s s e d
to self harming, you
compared my acts of searing
self hatred to when you
absentmindedly pick your fingers
I was so relieved at having not been
p u n i s h e d
for punishing myself, I
didn’t say a word.
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Terrific for its clarity, concision and bravery.
Pts I & II land with such a punch. What a decision to make “confessed” and “punished” their own lines and spaced out!
The distance between mom and daughter is getting less close…
It’s good to hear from you again 🙂
Wow…just wow
I have been publicly writing about my self-harm for about a year. I am sorry you had to experience it. Know you are not alone. It is cleansing for all of us when one of us speaks out.
Read Pt 1 and 2 and took a breath. Honest and brave.
So much pain in these WTF poems. I admire how you kept these poems brief and stripped-down. This approach made me feel more.