To: Yourself and Others that left me here

Could I ever create something for you

that rivals the little ball

of hate rage and grief

you made inside me and left

to grow, a fetus of corruptive powers

I birth it poorly after your departure

It is mine to raise

and nourish and care for and eventually


It will be our lasting tribute

She did this to me and you



Not a son or girl or something unknown


The End

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