Should, Easy, Be

Joyous

anxious, noxious

not

Apparently

mother is a sociological construction

with fallible notions that can be disregarded by the cruelest of person

She left years ago, but clung to her loneliness, (read: oops i meant kids)

like her need to bleed her cub(s)

isn't bad enough

- place poisoned food

just out of reach but there

to make the slightest of salivation a

painfully obvious desire

the need to bleed

can't be felt equally amongst

those that are dead

(inside)

i read for ways to

move on

and cling to the hope

that you'll just make

it easier,

and i quietly realize that's

exactly what you're hoping for:

the fucking easy.way.out.