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I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you.
You said you quit your job again?
I'm pregnant, and you walked out?
I found your stash of booze.
You suck at sneaking.
Your whore called too.
Don't come back.
Useless.
Drunk.
About the Creator
Hope Martin
Find my fantasy book "Memoirs of the In-Between" on Amazon in paperback, eBook, and hardback, in the Apple Store, or on the Campfire Reading app.
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I am a mother, a homesteader, and an abuse survivor.




Comments (4)
I agree with Gabriel - raw and gritty! Nicely done!
Happy to read your poem.
He's such a cheating ass loser! Loved your poem!
Such a powerfully raw, gritty, heart-wrenching piece here. Thank you for sharing this profound piece!