Raelynn

Is it just this time, your mother comes, singing us a bitter line, asks why you don't phone, speak up or stay dumb, spite in her throat, grounds of family lies, plays the eternal victim, never on what's wise, she burns on everglow, says you need some fum, beyond this fusspot home, you who has to chime, cringing C’mon Mmum, shaking deep inside, it nourishes her bones, to diminish different love, face like a stone, each morning a new crime, hardly wastes a crumb, her face a purple shine, what you've done ?