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a mother's boy in daughter's clothing

crystallising tears of a complicit beauty

making a hobby out of contortionism of character,

maladjusted to unconstraint.

caged birds learn to lose their wings, even in the wake of liberation

a forever home in a stranger's nest

a sight as sorry as a lepidoptera,

forced to never depart from the chrysalis.

missed calls from sentience,

is it divine intervention or manipulation?

boarding off doors of opportunity-

success is a double edged sword,

heavily insured so you aren't slain by cutthroat competition

tucking into a labourer's fruit bowl;

you can call for a truce with your handful of blackberries

but she'd only care to notice the thorn they leave in her side...

mother nature's palm feeds you promises of change

to keep you satiated with unearned forgiveness.

you're the daughter she always wanted

but she's the problem you never deserved.