Just go away somewhere and
Bury yourself in dirt,
Think a little, of the hurt
You have caused.
The audacity you displayed in reestablishing contact
And the arrogance with which you then dropped us both
Knowing you could have us back.
You are a contemptible pile of worthless ****
And I am glad I can finally see you for what you are
I am tempted to drop a bomb into your cosy little world
But she doesn't deserve that.
She'll learn, eventually,
I won't tell her
I have more important things to do.

Blood under my nails
And in between my teeth
Hair-and-bone-and-skin.

Faecal Matter
Ground into my knuckles
*****
Coating everything.

I am tainted by things of the body;
Of your body.
I remain unclean through choice
I need you in
And on
Within.

I'm going to transmigrate my psyche
into my cat.
Spend most days curled in a beanbag,
Emerging only for food, cuddles and a quick saunter round the garden.
On days like today,
I'll lay down in a shaft of sunlight
And playfight with my brother
In the tentative February glow.
I'll be well rid of human angst
And inner turmoil,
Content to acquiesce to occasional petting
Soaking up affection
Purring softly in response.

I bought my girls a donut each
To the disgust of the other mothers,
And I watched them **** the sugar from their fingers
And scoop it from their plates to rub it on their lips.
The other kids had half a donut each,
And when they'd finished, they just watched
my daughters lick and chomp and scoop and ****
A whole donut
Because life's too short
And it isn't as much fun
Without the hole.