Her thoughts are troubled with the joys of her past.

Reaching for these flashes,

as they fade and never last.

Her heart thumps, like the knock of a drum.

Ready to rupture-free,

fragmented messes of crumbs.

Pulled away and stranded, yet familiar pieces.

Lost in the open with shredded creases.

Excruciating abdominal twists, into a knot.

Killing her softly, right now in this spot.

Forgetting, forgetting, slowly forgetting.

A trek of unpositioned pain,

coursing through her mind.

Annihilating her timeline,

there's none left to find.

Light mental capacity,

a recommencement of life at bay.

No hope but determination left,

anxious to attack the new privileged day.

They come in peace and mean well.

Sweet kisses and hugs, the smell of milk, and warm laughter.

Then gift you with a sticky white blessing to plaster.

You lay them to rest, in awe at the view.

You rise to greet the sun. Lord, what did you do?

They drop an empty box of oats, with a smile.

You feel cold droplets on your brow and slowly raise your hands to your crown.

They come in peace and mean well.

Dancing to the music while beating your makeup,

You shade your eyebrows too thick and bold.

They twist up their face, eyes pierce my soul.

You give them a look and then proceed to fix it.

They smirk as you finish, then nod and split.

They come in peace and mean well.

Along comes a stranger, and he opens the door.

We exchanged a few words about business galore.

They pull your arm and yell that’s not my dad!

You grunt to yourself, I’m single young lad.

Red face and bad nerves you break for the curb.

They come in peace and mean well.

They’re a bundle of joy they say.

They’re sweet and cuddly they say.

They hug you, you’re the best mom ever.

You’re the prettiest and I love you.

Now may I have…

They come in peace and mean well.

A nice stranger bends down.

Hi there, cute thing.

They hold their nose and turn their head away.

She slowly stands straight fighting not to break her smile.

They come in peace and mean well.

You walk through the door,

With shit on the floor,

The stench takes my breath away,

You’re like what is this?

No, it wasn’t me, Mommy!

Casper did it!

They come in peace and mean well.

A kid runs to you crying.

He hit me with this.

Come here! Did you hit him?

No, I hit him with something else yesterday.

They come in peace and mean well.