Attack Mode

Written on March 19th 2021

The sun is quiet and the moon clocks in.
The time has come, shall we begin? 
The ring is set, suppressed anger sprouts.
The gallery pray; an end to their everlasting spout.

“Hello Mum” - The Child hesitates.
“Hello Son” - The Mother rebuts. 

[Ding Ding Ding] 

“Why are you spending so much money on food” 
The Mother swings tactfully. 
Lick to the gut, splashed, with a hint of shame.

The Child winces.
Inhale. Exhale. Assume form. Guard. Strike!

“It saves me time that is why”

Perfect rejoinder just as they practiced. 

The Mother is not contempt. 
Unfazed, she steadies herself. 
Gracefully, she readies the next attack.

“You don’t know what they add to those foods. The vegetable oil and-“

“I gave you my reason already so why are you asking again” - subsequently, the Child jabs.

A fatal blow, washed, in parental guilt.
A powerful move unforeseen by the Mother.

She pauses..........

“Ok......just wanted to check in on you”

She retires to her corner.

[Ding Ding Ding] 

The match is over the score is read.
Neil all. We bow our heads.
Who would’ve thought. Another draw.
What is their love, without another war.