Guts

Daddy told me to write it all out.
I can’t, I can’t, Daddy, there are 
no words left. He’s broken my heart
and you always said he would,
right from the start. We got caught up,
Daddy, in a cocaine whirlwind, and now
everything is a mess.

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2 thoughts on “Guts

  1. I released some of it in an anonymous letter – worked a treat! Odd energy, this Christmas-tide – Geburah-like stuff: cutting a swathe through that which is past its emotional sell-by date; people unable to write, to think, to cry, to think.

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