addiction

by neutralfleur

my mother has paper skin

and late at night

when she has a drink

or a few

or many

she burts into flames

and i can smell the smoke

from in my bedroom

where the door is locked

but the sound still carries

i used to think it was

because of her family

that she crumpled up

into herself

then i thought

perhaps my father

made her want to

be made of cold embers

by the nights end

and finally i believed

it was me i was the one

who pushed her

to become ashes

but as i get older i see that

she burns because

of her

if i thought it would help

i would throw myself

down the stairs

like the way she tumbles

but the rose-coloured lenses

have shattered and the damage has been done

as the sun sets

it becomes clearer than ever

drinking smoking screaming

addiction is my mom