Today I Realized

Whenever I am angry I call myself a cunt, the worst word I know, I scream it a thousand times and shout fucking cunt breath whore, for inventive embellishment. Today I realized (or finally truly accepted) that it was my mother who was the cunt breath whore, the abuser. She is long dead but I am very much alive. Perhaps I should finally learn to direct the anger to where it belongs, to the cunt breath whore who abused me since infancy.