dear mother -first draft-
our relationship is seasonal like a desert,
the burning heat of day, searing the skin
like the burning within when your harsh curses sink in.
ice cold nights, like my emotion switch, flipped off
just like that, madness is conquered,
i am no longer bothered by your tears.
you see, father’s absence for all these years
has hardened my heart
and now your cries fall on deaf ears.
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