Mother by Andrea Mock

Mother

Like a psychotic dance
she moves.
Into the pale moonlight,
chasing you with her eyes.
The mania lurks
around your spinning head
as you run
run from her scrutiny.

Her shrill
injected your ears,
causing the nonsense to
cascade through
the vacant halls of your mind.

Like an erratic doll,
she dances, and screams
shredding memories
you once cherished.