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A Letter to My Parents

A Letter to my Parents

A kiss followed by a

Desperate scramble to erase the evidence

Crying, sobbing, guilt, and pleasure

The summer I don’t remember

“Good parenting”


The memories gone

Only a good catholic girl remains

Biting my tongue and

Swallowing my sins

Searching for a will to live

A cyclical, hypocritical, painful lie

Carrying on for too long

Struggling to breathe through the mask they forced on

But then,

Brown-eyed girl

Dimpled cheeks

I’m supposed to feel sorry

But I only feel free

The summer I don’t remember

- Anonymous