Brylee's Ode to Mother

Iron, pungent and thick,
The odor soothing in familiarity.
Mother's hazel eyes burn green,
Distrust swirling around her feet.

Her kiss a bite,
Her caress a stinging slap,
Her embrace a shove to the ground.

The knife twists, cutting bone,
Puncturing lung,
Piercing heart.
The knife twists, crimson river flows,
Sticky bittersweet,
Wallowing alone.

I'm sorry receives a sneer,
I promise receives a glare,
I love you sends her away,
The door slams shut,
The light cuts out.  The light cuts out.