The Marks of my Mother

This is a poem I wrote imagining what it would be like if your Mother read your diary and you found out. ~ I don't actually write a diary, but hey, I always imagine and write about stuff that hasn't actually happened to me. Hopefully it's realistic enough! :')

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Words fly off the page,

Like lightning bolting across my vision.

I see it.

Right there.

I see the diary.

 

Emotions, feelings strangle me to death,

Killing me softly as I dare to read on.

I see it.

Right there.

I see the diary.

 

Anger bursts out of me like a volcano,

Leaving me so cold, lonely, inside.

I see it.

Right there.

I see the diary.

 

And it’s open.

At that very moment.

At that very page.

 

Lifting my arm up I smack it shut,

Tears wildly streaming down my face.

I see it.

Right there.

I see the marks, the marks of my Mother.

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