Mother of an Autistic Boy

Old euphoric kicks have grown hellish.
Her hopes sink into the monotonous echolalia.

His defective brain generates a variety of ignominies.
Day is dreadful.
She always wants to hide him under the dark duvet.

She finds pain and pleasure in his splinter skill with a piano.
Though near,
he lives afar.

No emotion-bumper.
She collides with the autistic fence.
Motherhood is shattered in the wool-gathering.

She feigns suicide with a noose to catch his attention,
but it ends fatally.
Her stiff body dangles from a rope.
Piano tunes drizzle through the fantasy-shine.

First published in The Literary Hatchet