Maternal Weapons
May 3, 2024
https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2024/04/28/wordle-652/
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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