Undone

silver eyes stare at me from the vanity I smile at their pain ripping a curse through my lips. a reflection of my mother's work, me. My sordid story begins with nails pinned to joints, pain swallow the herb of grace a sermon "shed light on your life and live, breathe, bleed" bleed blood all over my tile floor and I rest melting into the crimson clods littering the floor and I pray my body will be my own again she is an incision, germinating innocent of crime just like her mother was before...he.. gave me my mother's eyes undone on the glacial tile floor