Final Escape

Looking around

where

how

can you hurt him?

Easy enough

leave

destroy

take him for financial gain

your heart never his

and steal his last hope.

With this last ploy

your colors fly true

showing the witch you are;

know you have lost

he will return no more.

Like a small child

you stomp your feet

mouth twisted in a scream

false tears

meaningless words

a conniption fit

missing only

the kicking

the pounding

the sense of entitlement

that truly makes you

the bitch you are.

Photo by Avgust Chech on Unsplash

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

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