Better~Bleak~Blink

https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2024/04/28/wordle-652/

ooo

Her face was an axe

(Voice, words the handle)

Kept next to vast invisible

Pile of secretive stones

Always at the ready

To hurl at the child…

Her raging roots, habits

Would brim over

Simmering

Salty caustic

From shadows

In her mind—

Maternal weapons

Wielded until

Child was chopped

Pocked to oozing pulp

Nothing left but mere

Trickle of small soul’s

Ravaged identity

©Lenna Boat, 2024