unsure what i am looking for
drowning in confusion,
abuse, and the thin line
of right and wrong.
the past, present, future
linger and haunt
like an ex-lover’s scent.
a stench that invades. it
does not apologize
for causing a brutal nostalgia
of loss and regret
stinging your supple skin.
the poison of caring too much,
acting as a selfless vessel,
you want to solve their problems
but you cannot. face it.
young girls raised
in self-aware consciousness,
closing their throats
as their mothers plunge rose-stems
down their esophagus’.
this is how you be a woman,
you must look the part, even in your own home,
or bust.
world of dichotomies,
pressures, depressions, delusions,
the outer is exhausting to the inner
and the inner lacks the courage to go on.
weakness invades and your home appliances
do not make up for it.
containment is what killed us,
and all i want is to break free.
