I Cry For My Mother

I cry for my mother because that voice, which is like a shear, presses its blade unto her skin— drip — gore oozes from the wound; she doesn’t shed a tear, but i feel it within. that voice, which is like a shark, sinks its teeth around her head— slowly enough to hear the crunch of her skull, But i feel it instead. That voice, which is like a noose, tightens its rope around her throat— not even a whisper gets loose, feeling it too, I’m choked. I cry for my mother because that voice used to belong to her lover but now it cuts her and she suffers, I wish for a father who loves and loves her