i guess she still threatens me
i am the youth that has been sucked out of her
the hair that fell from her head
the fingernails that cracked
i bathed in her blood; i came from the open wound on her stomach where the ugly scars cannot heal
i was her but i refused to be
she could have died for me but i insisted on living
a life that is too fast and too strange
Mother; from your flesh that has been cut off
grows out ahead, a brain, and a heart
This is a story of how you lose
your daughter
is a stranger
