This poem came to me at a troubled time in my life, after the relationship with my mother had completely disintegrated. Poetry can be very cathartic; I found this painful to write, but I certainly felt better after the fact. The quality of the writing is suspect, but I like it anyway.
wear your faith as a blindfold
dispensing casual justice
in defense of your guilt
will you trade us
unlovable urchins of your heart
in your quest for absolution
our bellies full of bitterness
we retched it out
in favor of a slower poison
