i taste the guilt on my tongue and run it across my teeth.. tuck it behind my cheeks. i don’t want to forget it. i pick up my mother’s broken trust and lay down on it, night upon night. let the shards sink into my skin, draw out as much blood as they can. i don’t want to forget it, the repercussions of being a bad daughter.
I want to be a mature adult and work and make a name for myself and become successful but I also want to lie face down on the floor and eat ice cream in my pajamas all day and never go outside do you see my dilemma.