My mother.

[OC LORE: TW VENT]

My mother.

Is it true that outer beauty makes your inner beauty ugly? My mother was beautiful, the way her dark skin shone in the sun would make gold seem dull. Her eyes were the color of the dark night, trapping people star stuck faces in them. As she was sweet and lovely, she looked out the outside amounted to how sour and hateful she was on the inside. Her hand that is seen welcoming, was used to shun me into my room, How I miss her though, it was always nice to admire her power and grace when she wasn't talking to me. 

Mom can I go now? And be welcomed in your fiery hate embrace?

I feel like the song class of 2013-Mitski, explains how I feel writing this. After those years when I let my father get a hold of me, I lived looking at my face seeing how wrong I was for letting him in. I know I can't get you back now, I trusted the wrong hand and now your bl00d is on mine. All I can do now is wait for your fiery hate, embrace.