A Letter to my Parents
A kiss followed by a
Desperate scramble to erase the evidence
Crying, sobbing, guilt, and pleasure
The summer I don’t remember
“Good parenting”
(Brainwashing)
The memories gone
Only a good catholic girl remains
Biting my tongue and
Swallowing my sins
Searching for a will to live
A cyclical, hypocritical, painful lie
Carrying on for too long
Struggling to breathe through the mask they forced on
But then,
Brown-eyed girl
Dimpled cheeks
I’m supposed to feel sorry
But I only feel free
The summer I don’t remember
- Anonymous