Know the horror
Bound with rampant ivy, gagged,
hobbled, trussed arms and torso.
Viperous best friend’s husband
babysat my sons.
Hidden in clear view, a UXB
filled with noxious gasses
aloof, smiling with flitting tongue
he babysat my sons.
That mosquito babysat my sons
convicted of photographic malice,
purveyor of souls, causer of
malarial bouts of distress.
No repellent for the incessant whiner
unseen in the dark, not compared
with the ants nest of my past,
the babysitter of my sons.
hear the small voiced prayer of all mothers
‘please God, please let me be the only one to suffer.’
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