Like Mother

She knows my mind
because I gave it to her
like treats for tricks
on Halloween.

Offspring sprung
upright and proud,
before the fall.
There’s always a fall.

Fresh leaves turn yellow,
fragile and scared;
orange, manic and hot;
red, angry and blue.

So many colors swirling
in one innocent mind;
so unfair and unkind
like those kids who get cancer.

It’s not her fault
nor is it mine.
Neither of us asked
for this thing

Inside our head that
takes control like an alien,
leaving us to drown
in the dead sea.

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