oh mother

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oh mother by Mela Blust

you can’t understand this kind of hunger

the unmothered sailing through crowds like ghosts

fishing for the next high

flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood

wine can’t wear this wound down;

a band-aid stuck to a scab

on the heart.

oh mother, the childlike god of sacrifice

tell us it won’t hurt

read us something righteous

to curb worms tunneling into our thoughts

our prayers are balanced on the edge of a razor blade

under the floor

of our church.

they’re handing out new tongues

to replace the ones that burned

with truth

no more dirty words

wash your mouth out

reading corinthians while

our noses delicately bleed.

© 2019 Mela Blust

Mela Blust is a moonchild, and has always had an affinity for the darkness. She has been writing poetry since she was a child. 

Her work has appeared in The Bitter…

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Published by Kindra M. Austin

Author of fiction, poetry, and very sweary social commentary. Editor, and co-founder of Indie Blu(e) Publishing. Co-founder of Blood Into Ink, and Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen.

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