MOTHER!MOTHER!
I loved you,
I hated you...
Bleeding since the day
they cut the cord
that held us
together(maybe just once);
I live within
this ice of
infantile neurosis
that fuels me
to search
for you,
in someone else...
My cracked mirror
ever so distorted,
and I,distraught...
little thumb-sucker,
breast seeker,
search by day,
search by night...
I,Oedipus Rex,
am the curse
of my sex...
I worship you?
Anirban Kapil Baishya(3/11/2005)
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