The Perfect Mother
“A long, thin knife penetrating my stomach, just below my navel, an easy slit, a straight line to my heart. I’m empty inside.
As black as ash, my organs like dust. One touch and my heart crumbles into a million sooty specks, black powder left on the floor, leaving dark footprints wherever I walk.
I’ve always been this way. A bad little girl. My father said it all the time. “Leave her alone,” my mom would yell at him.
“Do better,” she’d whisper to me when he wasn’t around. “Stop giving him reasons to be mad.”
I thought becoming a mother was going to change me, but I was wrong. The baby just made everything worse. And now everyone is going to know the true me. It was inevitable, right, that they’re on to me? Francie, that nosy, meddling twit.
Midas’s blanket. Why didn’t I take care of that earlier? Why Why Why why why My thoughts are unraveling.
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