|Kathe Kollwits: Frau mit totem Kind (1903)|
I have no need of you;
your stillness brings soft comfort.
Your presence smacked of
words of wrath of yesterdays,
words best (but not) forgotten.
She loves me she loves me not,
my stifling suffocating
And here am I,
her fucking screwed up progeny,
did you love me did you love me not.
Quite frankly, I don’t care.
Mama Zen at Real Toads has us writing our thoughts (in sixty words or less) using amongst others, the above image as a prompt. Cheers Mama Zen!