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Not Her, Not Me

I had a dream
where my mother took me by the hair
and dragged me around the house.

And I saw myself
dragging my daughter around the house
by her hair.

I had a dream
where I killed my mother.
And I saw my daughter
beating me to death.

I had a dream
of my mother cursing me for life.
And I saw my daughter
being spat on by me.

That’s not my mother.
That’s not me.

Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop—

STOP.
STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP.
NO! STOP!
STOP IT!

Please...
no more...

I ran to my mother
and cried in her arms,
as she caressed
my crusted, tangled hair.

And slowly,
I began to fall asleep.

My eyes grew heavy.
And I finally began to rest—
for now.


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