Selfishly Flickering.

My very first memories,
are infused with,
the fear of:
my Daddy not returning…
because my own
fucked up Mommy,
had already done,
that very thing to me…
after months of hating,
drunken disgruntling,
she decided that I,
wasn’t at all her thing…
selfishly flickering,
her image randomly,
from somewhere,
too far away to be…
has ever been –
or even seemed,
to be defined by,
the original safety…
the one that once,
belonged to me,
during infancy,
the first person,
to abandon me.

3 thoughts on “Selfishly Flickering.

  1. Touching and powerful. Love it.


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