She stands coyly before me
hiding her real face
this is the face she puts on
for the public
a blank face made for battle
she has made many kills
and now she stands before me
with her legs crossed
and both hands on her hips
leaning back attractively
and staring through me
she wears upon her
the marks of her own crucifixion
death by a thousand cuts
behind her hides
her offspring
from a lover she had
an eternity ago
gently and shyly
this child extends a hand out
from behind his mother
and offers a small emblem
of his desire
to steal my heart away.
Petite
and somewhat shy
wait another year
push me to the floor
the youngest child
on the track of life
facing social challenges
and self-fulfilling prophesies
never hold back
know your child
want their opinions.
– matt at shadow of iris
Oh Matt… good stuff…