The Wonderful and Wacky World of One Single Mom

Fear has a tendency
to make itself known
with shaking hands
nerves frayed
slightest noise
looking over your shoulder
wondering
waiting 
are they coming 
who they are
what do they want?
But you know
don't you?
You know why the nightmares hiss
strangling your dreams
voiceless
tongue stilled by death
you scream
calling in
the daemon 
ravaging your soul
your heart
eating
blooded teeth
the pain you feel
you wrought.
There is no hiding.
There is no absolution.
There is nothing for you. 
Should give up now
before they find you
strung from a bough on high;
Suicide
will be the official call.

Less a day
no matter what they say
your body rots
eaten from the inside out
by despair 
by rage that you have been brought so low
by a woman
a 'f'en b'ch' by your own words.

Run run
we are here for fun
you can hide
you can change and bray
but the ghost shall find
the ghost shall hiss
shall hear
your thrashing heart
until suddenly
it ceases to start.

Good night.
So long.
Farewell.
You could have learned.
You could have grown.
Instead you ran.
Instead you cowered.
And for that 
your soul shall hunger 
forever more.

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