Mother

See you next Tuesday. You’ve always thought with your snatch. Your kids never meant shit. Yould rather get high. Tell all your fucking lies. Then ever man up and fix what you destroyed.

My sisters gone. You live with that. Go sniff your lines. Make sure they’re big and fat.

I will destroy everything you love. It’s not just me. She asked me to from above. She would be ashamed. To call you mom. Your life’s a mess. A ticking time bomb.

See you next tuesday