My entry for Lily Childs Feardom
Cul De Sac
Invisible like a pebble in a moat, I lay and wait all day.
Reality is a slur in my mind, my perception almost blind.
A lovely man holds my hand, my husband so he says, arrives early and stays till he’s shooed away.
At night they leave me laying in my soaking wet nightdress, they disconnected my panic button, so I can’t alert my distress.
My son arrives. If he knew, he’d make this cruelty stop, but worry clouds the beauty of his face, so a mothers love can not reveal the depth of my carers disgrace.
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