Resentment pooling
Babies drooling
My last nerve spooling on a finite thread
Who am I fooling?
It’s not my calling
I’m falling, failing, where is my head
My teeth are grinding
On this ring-tight binding
And I keep finding a pinching dread
This endless minding
I’m forever pining
For solitude from whining, an empty bed
The moon is waning
Upon these sheets you’re staining
I’m entertaining thoughts of rest
Morning’s gaining
Nipples aching
Guilted grief weighing, down on my chest
Please stop crying
Fuck’s sake I’m dying
Two defying children atop my breast
I’m not denying
It’s your childhoods I’m defining
I am your mother, but I don’t know best