The monster in my blood.
He sits on your chest,
his knees pressed tight to your shoulders,
while his hands circle your throat.
He’s trying his best to squeeze the life out of you.
You try to scream for me to help you,
something a mother should never have to ask her kid to do.
What happens when I tell Dad no more?
I’ll end up taking your place on the floor.
We both know this has never bothered you before.
Whatever gets you out from under his fists.
I remind myself I didn’t choose this monster,
Trinity Harrison | Silent Waters | Acrylic