“Mother, may I?”
was met with
”No child, no,”
until we stopped
and fell
silent ourselves.
In her secrets
there are answers
to what we endured
and why
it’s the why…
I wonder the most
why she hides it,
smothered,
inside of herself.
The victim
or accomplice;
she’ll never tell.
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