No Mom

It's like having arachnophobia

And everyone is made of spiders 

The floor and school hallways are thickly coated in webs

Your life is fear

They live in your hair

In your heart

In your cereal bowl

Each morning to stare into it afraid to eat

No mom I'm hungry

But the way my figure looks in my mind makes the snap crackle pop

Sound like gunshots in my ears 

Each snap the backhand of my childhood

This is fear

It turns the milk in my bowl warm 

Mom I am not hungry

Each time I stare into that bowl I think about how much I regret waking up in the morning

Mom no I'm not cutting

The cat attacked me

My shirt got caught on chicken wire

No mom I never tell the truth

Reviews

[Kronus]

The pain stands out very strongly in this work. The agony, and fear, and salty sadness reverberates with every word. However, the ending, whilst fitting in with your work, does take a different tone, and could be worked to fit a bit more. Otherwise, a fantastic work.