The ๐ฃ๐๐๐ that fills me burns like ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐น๐ช๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ธ๐ต.
Get out and do NOT come back!
สแดแด แด ษช๊ฑสแดษดแด๊ฑแด ๊ฑแดแดแดสแดษข!
Yโแตค dแตฃแตคgโแตฃแตขddโโd wโแตฃโ!
Sex predator.
Cheating whore.
Pill head.
LEAVE!
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Hope Martin
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I am a mother, a homesteader, and an abuse survivor.
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Epilogue
I sat in my office, twisting the wooden ring that Leon had carved for me on my finger. I was uncomfortable, hot, and cranky. And I was bored. Leon was making me a cup of tea in the adjoined kitchen. Estrakulius was resting peacefully next to me against the desk. I had taken up residence in CiCiโs old office as it was easier than moving everything into mine. It had been interesting to find things about CiCi after she was gone. It made me feel like she was still here and comforted me. And she was right, all of the millions and millions of reports were very helpful, no matter how much I hated them.
By Hope MartinExclusive โข 2 months ago
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Oooo, I loveeeeee how intense this is! Fantastic poem!
This is raw- the hurt so deep and effectively communicated. Thank you for sharing this intense piece!