cruel by Angela Thomas oh god, please god, don't let me remember her this way. i want her smiling in the back yard under a canvas umbrella while the sun plays in the rays on her back. not the monster that currently lives inside of her skin. she's cruel, demanding attention the minute that any semblance of normal life begins to creep back into other people's lives. not hers. because hers is not normal any longer, it's crowded with big words and students in white lab coats, under a microscope, and examined in terms too big to comprehend with translation. i want her with soft hair, a glass of chilled vino in her hand, the scent of summer lingering on a lime-cured steak, this is how i pray, god, you let me remember my mother. 02/23/2010 Posted on 02/24/2010 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)