Brylee's Ode to Mother

For those of you who love Brylee, here is her outlet.

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.