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its a race these days
of who will die first
me or my mother
me with my morbid boredom
and my mom just being my mom
she doesn’t want to kill herself
she wants to be killed
natural causes
no fucking chance
it seems so stupid to say that -
my mother ran away
she wanted to live on the streets
be homeless
because that where she felt
the most like herself
comfort
in the chaos
a world she understood
a world she thought she ruled
i got a call today
i thought it was gonna be a call
to wish me a happy birthday
but it
started off
“hey
not sure
if you even care
but mom called today
asked to be picked up
-
she was beaten
and left for dead
broken body
just surviving
she
did not want anyone
to know anything
i barely found out just now
she’s out of the hospital
broken arms
broken body
just broken”
my mom
she and her
secrets
always secrets
so many secrets
-
just like me
when i was born
i was a secret
not wanted to be shared
until i was no longer
able to be kept a secret
she finally
gave in to
the need to be wanted
to be cared for
she called someone for help
she called someone for love
and she kept on calling
and calling
and calling
and no one
no one
not anyone
not even me
has ever been able to answer her call
-- Linda Vigil
(1st draft: needs a title)
4/22/2026