Waxy lips,

Purple ‘n thick

Rear view,

A devious kick

Sing-song giggles,

A soft purse

Stomach churning,

A biological curse

 

“How do I look baby?”

“Pretty mom,” I say

 

Run Taylor!

Save yourself, dammit!

Look away, look away

Hold on…wait a minute…

 

Please mom, stop

Please mom, stay

 

Minutes long,

Twenty-nine,

Teeth scrapping,

She takes her time

Pigmented smiles,

A pulsating rod,

Sickly thoughts,

I pray to God

 

Swift yank,

Car door closes

Look away, look away

I have to…you’ll regret it…

 

My lipstick, so long

My lipstick, she’s gone

 

Thank God mom’s okay

 

Mouth open,

Say your thoughts

Be kind,

It’s not her fault

Love her still,

She is your mom,

Let her know,

For now, so long

 

“I can’t look away.”

I tell her, I say,

“You’re hurting me,

And it’s not okay.

And yet, I wonder,

What part do I play?

All I wanted,

Was for you to stay.”

 

Away, Away

She looks away

 

“I can’t take you running,

I’m sorry,” I say