Mother, by Kathy D’arcy

My childhood was stuffed with her cunt,

running up the walls of my dreams on thick spider-legs,

scrabbling my skin when she rocked me to sleep.

I thought I was different

(my perfect little rolls)

until turning the pages of her medical book

I learned the full extent of our involvement.

Kathy D’Arcy
http://www.kathydarcy.com

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