Momma

My mom asked me,

“What happened to you?

Where did my happy girl go,

my baby?”

“I grew up, momma.”

“No, something changed.”

I shook my head and walked away.

What was I supposed to say?

“Momma, I’m broken,

Momma, I’m sick,

Momma, from August to October I lost 20 pounds, now this?

I can’t eat,

I don’t sleep,

I don’t feel like I breathe all week.

Every morning in the shower, I’m gagging on my past.

Momma, how come happiness doesn’t last?”

I’m nothing but a corpse with a smile painted on my face.

Perfume to hide the stench of decay.

“Momma, the girl you love is dead.

The girl you know is fake.”

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