She did it to her mother —
Dropped her 8 month old baby on the doorstep
and with little more than a hello
said goodbye.

She followed the sounds of the city
with her head full of notions
and her eyes full of stars.

The next year she returned
and after a week of visiting
left another deposit in her wake.

She only returned when her third child,
at the age of four,
was raped by a neighbourhood boy.

Then her mother was diagnosed.
And died.

Cursing fate
she went to work
cleaning toilets.

Yesterday
her now 16 year old daughter
left a crying bundle on the bed
and fled.

“Why?” she slams the word against the ceiling.
She didn’t ask for this.

But our past
always comes back
to haunt us.

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