She ran high
on stilettos and pride,
intoxicated by the atmosphere
of her small town.
Respected, yet ignored all else.
Believing this was it.
No way.
Passive-aggressive behaviour.
This can go on forever.
Under duress -
other people’s lives.
Forgetfulness is the key -
deliberate, confusing the opponent
with no remorse.
Worse -
a society gone wrong,
where everything and everyone feel trapped.
These toxic rules bring no joy.
Like driving too many red cars,
a plague
of those old women calling themselves “moms”.
*
To my mother
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Thank you for reading!
About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still.
Sylvia Plath
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