Child abuse recovery
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Mother’s day approaches
With worms and wasps and roaches,
It crawls beneath your skin, leaving nasty residue.
Like maggots haunting noses
Little boy loves mother dearly
As she hugs him so securely, clawing hands tight on little body
He starts sobbing and she’s grinning, so ungodly
Thrown out of my own home
Out into the cold
So young, yet so old
Wisdom doesn’t make you stronger
Holding back tears doesn’t make things better
All I wanted is to live peacefully together
