she was driving when I looked over
from the passenger seat.
one hand on the wheel,
the other adding emphasis to her words
a telling symptom of her greekness.
like a meteor shredding through earth’s atmosphere
smashing into earth’s plains and distorting the landscape,
i was suddenly and inexplicably hit by the mortality of the woman next to me.
i have always steered away from thinking
of an existence without her
but reality is a cruel bitch
and it does its best to remind me
that one day i will wake up
with her but a memory
a picture of the past.
my brother and i the only artifacts
attesting to the life she lived.
salt dries on my cheeks,
(paths of misery)
at just the thought.
a relationship baptised by blood, sweat and tears
needs more than forty more years.
we need an eternity.
but life is too short
so we tattoo our bond on our skin
a testament to love,
matching flower tattoos and
interlocking triangles and
gears of a motorbike
and a single crown;
because my mum is a queen
and my baby brother is the reason i breathe
(why I function).
– one hundred years from now, they’ll excavate my corpse and ponder the permanent ink scarred onto my body. a historical record documenting my heart and soul and the reason i was on this earth.