Monday, November 18, 2019

The taste of the comb

Sitting between her legs.
I was prepared for the worse
A Painful torture, awaits me
My body shifting left to right like a roller coaster
I cry under my breath to avoid punishment.
Don't move! She would say.
My body turns into a statue upon her threats.
Sitting between her legs
The pain felt everlasting pains.
Stiff neck, Trembling ankle, numb legs
I longed for an ending

The painful experience I endured as a child from my mother when doing my little sister and my hair. I will always go first just to get it over with, then laugh when it's Nana's turned.

No comments:

Post a Comment