plaintive cries
Why does Mum hate him now?
bathtime
© Rachel Green February 2025
I.V
A lump of ice-encrusted hardened cheddar
a dehydrated packet of old soup
together with potato skins that fed her
serve to fill her stomach with some goop.
Nicotine addiction served and hunger vanished
she recalls the figure from her awful dreams
an Angel from religious doctrine, banished
from her life but not her id, it seems.
'Twas not the ones from saccharine tales of youth
the friendly feathered specimens of lore
but Biblical with eyes sewn through with Truth
and burned against the soul within her core.
© Rachel Green February 2025
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