This is no holiday
She hated her mother so joined a cult. Just turned up one day in her thirties and told us she had seen the light; Be praised! No more holidays, birthdays and no blood from another. It reminded me of the day a heron swooped into the garden and ate all the goldfish in the pond. Within a few years her black hair turned white like my mother’s Avon night cream; I wondered if she was morphing into a ghost. Her son and daughter, bloated like pufferfish and dressed in black would sit on wooden chairs devouring the good book. Her husband only conversed to us drunk, slurred the same question three times then stumbled into suburbia to sleep it off. I looked into her eyes when she was talking about her rebirth- I could see a small girl inside those deep green pools . She told me that she follows god’s law now.
Damien Posterino (he/him) is a Melbourne born poet in London. His poetry explores themes of characters, commentary and capturing moments in time. He has been published in recent editions of Fiery Scribe Review, Neuro Logical, Analogies & Allegories Literary Magazine, Abergavenny Small Press, BOMBFIRE, Jupiter Review, Fairy Piece Magazine, Poetic Sun Journal, Green Ink Poetry, Zero Readers and Melbourne Culture Corner. More are due to be published until January 2022. You can find him on Twitter at twitter.com/damienposterino