:: done it again ::

my mommy has doneitagain.
she has successfully gorged my heart out, flung it against the wall, and when it slides to the ground, trampled all over it.

i dunno which is a more apt description. that, or this: she has gorged my heart out, smashed a glass panel, spread the crushed and splintered pieces on her gloved hands, and plunged them all around into my dying heart.

she looks at me with such contempt, whether night or day.
the words she speaks are laced with such reproach and disgust,
it's like the bitter aftertaste of alcohol,
the bitter aftertaste of the bile that rises in your throat,
that drips drop by dilly-dally drop,
onto my wounded crying heart.

and yet i must not cry;
for tears do nothing for her,
except an excuse for all her scorn and jeer.