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
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