Excuses

My mother beat me.

My mother stole,
my mother lied,
one day she stabbed me,
with a knife,
blood dripping on the floor,
I managed to call,
and they carried me,
out the door,
onto the walk,
the ambulance,
took me away.
I woke up,
maybe the next day,
my mother beside me,
head in her hands,
looking up,
I saw tears in her eyes,
but my heart was ice.
"Hi," I managed to say,
"what's your story today?"

She cried.