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My Mother's Bathtub

Updated on November 14, 2012

Like necks of gazelles at a waterhole

her liver spot hands plunge

under the hissing faucet

and wring the clothes,

dishes out a headache to the inside

of my shirt.


She punches me in the cold

crystal lake water, pulling me

under as I cry

for help, but instead

suds of soap bubbled through

the hems and tails of the fabric.


Her prune hands and wizened

fingers belie her age. She's young

and she will admit to her

deeds as the cameras roll

in front of her tearless face

while she weeps fake tears

and call justice for my killer,


Those children, she says.

How evil they are.

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    • Cheeky Girl profile image

      Cassandra Mantis 4 years ago from UK and Nerujenia

      Strangeness and weirdness in this captivating hub!

    • Amy Becherer profile image

      Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO

      It's the toughest job she'll ever love.

    • Eiddwen profile image

      Eiddwen 4 years ago from Wales

      Wow so powerful and clever and here's to so many more.

      Eddy.