On the Bond of the Breast.

[Underwater Ophelia]

I'll bet you cried when you got knocked up
You forgot our names for the sake of
a noose made of plastic tubing with a bag
and those tiny gel-coated bits of drowsiness
given to you by men and women you can pay to poison you
Things you received at a trading post
In exchange for birthdays and haircuts

You seem comfortable in your new place
A greenhouse with no plants
You grin and jump up and down when I stop to look
While walking down your street
Debating entering

It's always so damn hot in there
And I don't want to spoil the party
So I'll go.

-me.

I wrote it about my mom. A few different experiences put into one poem.
Tell me what you think--good or bad, or give me feelings, impressions, whatever.

[JCC]

I love this, and I'm finding it hard to communicate how annoying it is that something like this gets no replies when you look at some of the other stuff that's been praised.

[Underwater Ophelia]

Originally Posted by JCC

I love this, and I'm finding it hard to communicate how annoying it is that something like this gets no replies when you look at some of the other stuff that's been praised.

I'm really glad you enjoyed it.

As for praise given to my stuff vs other people's, I don't mind. I wish if people didn't like it they would say so, though.

[Damned Queen]

I like it too! To be honest if you didn't meantion it's written about your mom I'd never known lol! But it doesn't matter!
You don't seem to get along well with your mom, right?

[Underwater Ophelia]

Originally Posted by Damned Queen

I like it too! To be honest if you didn't meantion it's written about your mom I'd never known lol! But it doesn't matter!
You don't seem to get along well with your mom, right?

No, I don't.

On the surface, sure. I'm polite to her and once in a while I tell her about my day, but the truth is there's part of me that's been hating her since I was about 12.

In the poem I say she forgot our names.
That would be true.
There were nights when she was so fucked up on pain killers she didn't recognize me.

I don't want to get all melodramatic, but for a child of 6-7, that's the most terrifying experience I can think of. If your mother doesn't realize you exist, you just don't.
I remember I felt sick to my stomach when she started asking who I was and calling me different names, and wanting to throw up so bad because at least I'd know I was real if I threw up.

[Damned Queen]

That must have been terrible! I'm really sorry! I can understand how you feel even though me and my mom are best friends!