mama doesn’t want to grow old. bones breaking, mouth drooling, jaw slack, some one to clean you change you chew and swallow for you. mama saw her mama whither. prisoner of her feeble body, jailed by her failing mind. a sliver of a shadow of her former self. mama doesn’t want to lose her mind or be trapped as her body crumbles. mama wants me to cut her off to unplug her to give her the red pill and release her. but mama doesn’t think about after mama doesn’t think about me. because when they ask ‘where’s your mama?’ i’ll…
Writer, Learner, Jane of All Trades