Ageing Gothic Mother 4

Ageing Gothic Mother 4

There you are
Top of the stairs
A sliver of red
like escaped sushi
Like the mirror in Snow White
flapping in your tiny hand
A fortune fish
And there's me
Queen of the do-it-yourself brunettes
White roots glowing
Standing in the hallway
You are hot
And that means kind
So what am I?
We meet halfway
The fish flips twice in my palm
Emphasising itself
then floats down like a ridiculous hope
What am I?
Heartbroken
What am I?
Chainletter
What am I?
Escalator
What am I?
It lands
The mirror speaks
You're Jealous mum
Jealous and selfish and proud