"Dementia Is a Raptor" by Juliet Cook
Am I just expected to drop everything
and come running whenever she screeches?
She keeps on screeching out her own bad apple,
hacking it out of a cockatoo mouth and then
it grows into a high-pitched velociraptor
diving in for the next attack.
I try to get away but
I try to take care of her broken parts but
what is the point of trying
when all she wants to do is poison me,
then suck my blood and watch us die together?
She wants to make me feel like a hideous beast
for being healthier than her.
She wants to snap another limb,
watch it fall all the way down
and watch me get crushed,
collapse next to the pressure
of her wheelchair, then use her
last bits of strength to wheel her tires
across my head while screaming
this is all my fault and I deserve to die.