My mother hides her anger... «A Torch Against the Night»
RamingoWS20 марта 2018My mother hides her anger with practiced cunning. She wraps it in calm and buries it deep. She tramples the soil on top, puts a gravestone on it, and pretends it`s dead. But I see it in her eyes. Smoldering at the fringes, like the corners of paper blackening just before they burt into flame. I hate that I share her blood. Would that I could scrub it from my body.
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