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Secret-Author Jan 17
Look at you, you stupid b*tch,
Hanging from the rafters,
Despite being cold youre still
So fat, one too many afters.

If I had to list all the ways
That you so let me down,
The first one would be long ago
That you refused to drown.

Look at you, you're so fat,
And don't you blame the baby,
It's been eleven days since you
Had him, go on a diet maybe.

Look at you.
Just look at the state of you.
Secret-Author Dec 2022
When you dress in black and cloak
your feelings with your tears,
Remember all that time you had,
the days, the weeks, the years.

Now is not the time to bring me
flowers in a bow,
That took so long amongst the weeds,
a journey bloom from sow.

When you sit up front and centre
and then go on to say your piece,
Do not think of all the times
you mentioned to me least.

Do not say I was a good, kind wife,
or a sweet and loving mum.
Think instead of the long list
of ways that I'll ruin our son.

Now is not the time to bring me
flowers in a bow.
Not now. Like this?
In front of everyone I know?

Instead just let me lie in peace
and slowly start to rot.
And just like now I can see out my days
as a girl that life forgot.
Secret-Author Oct 2021
If I were to die, and leave this place,
I know you would still resent the look on my face.
The way that I'm such a stupid ****,
Far too annoying to not shout at or hit.

But if I were gone, there'd be questions I'd leave,
To think you could replace me, might be somewhat naive.
See to you I'm a bug, a cockroach, a flea,
But I'm also a butterfly, if only to me.

But if I were gone, there'd be questions I'd leave:
Who will you shout at, threaten and deceive?
What will you throw your shoes at now?
Whose things will you take?
Whose spirit devour?

Who is going to look you straight in the eye,
And say 'it was a rhetorical question, I know the reason why'.
Secret-Author Nov 2019
Hello world, that loved me cruelly,
It's time to say goodbye, so truly,
No more shoes put on my feet,
No more people to meet and great,
As it stands I've had enough to date,
To know that this should be my fate,
So when you see me, say goodbye,
There will not be a hey, or hi.
Secret-Author May 2019
Don't be afraid.
The apostrophe is purposeful -
It connects you to your neighbour,
Although this is your terminal
You're permeable. Like the apostrophe.
I pass through you. Like aircrew
Only here for the flight, and not the
Destination. I digress. I must alight.
This is my terminal, and we are not connected.
Do not be afraid.
Hope is difficult to find, and even harder to bottle.
Secret-Author May 2019
The time has come, the girl did say,
To speak of many things,
To see the tower and the palace stand,
A home to Kings and Queens.

Now the sun is here to shine it's fearful rays on me -
The girl most royal of all.
To be fair and wise, and beautiful,
And to break all protocol.
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