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Little Fish

A letter to my loser ex

By Rosielianny ReynosoPublished a day ago • 2 min read
Little Fish
Photo by Rachel Hisko on Unsplash

I do not believe you will read this but nonetheless. 

I’m unsure why the algorithm has continuously put this god forsaken profile on my For You Page 

But like the cat 

I let the curiosity take wind and I read a bit of your work.

So happy I did because it just affirmed for me 

that you are simply a thief 

of light and joy. 

An expensive vacuum in a Macy's catalog 

A soldier of Satan

I , a casualty 

God chose to save. 

Deceitful omission ,

A liar 

A fraud 

A fish so consumed by its own thirst

that it would drink the ocean dry 

and still wonder why everything around it stopped swimming. 

Confused about your identity 

A first world problem you inherited from the plethora of white people you grew up with 

and the communities you try to puzzle into

a first world problem, your ancestors would be puzzled by 

If you ever wonder if you are the poison 

Yes, you are. 

Indeed the problem. 

Does your therapist know? 

No amount of good deeds can tally up 

All the lives you mouse into and disfigure. 

You were right when you said,

children aren’t for you.

You’re too self fish.

A fish that swallows the sea. 

It would be heinous of you

to spew more chaos onto this already treacherous place. 

I could say I wish you the best but that would be a lie. 

I could curse you,

Pay a witch

light a candle 

in hopes of your demise.

but there’s no need 

In fact, you’re living the life you deserve.

And for that I giggle and grin. 

I thank the heavens you let me go. 

Divine Protection. 

You talk about trying to forget, 

The woe is me mentality. 

Ball up.

Straight women don’t eat pussy 

The only alpha in the house is the Pomeranian Husk.

You should know,

I did move and those dreams did come true.

So if you see me around 

which I very much doubt you will 

because I do not frequent spaces that zoo mediocracy.  

Please vacate the premises.

For you carry a  stench and I do not wish to consume those fumes. 

Sad, sad man. 

Confused about his sadness. 

I could carry on

The list of realities is endless. 

But I will give you no more to carry, 

The man bag is heavy enough. 

I hope you’re having fun 

With all the uggos and the losers. 

Your acquired taste, 

Much more your speed

Besos and love always <3

Signed , a soul at ease.

Gratitude

About the Creator

Rosielianny Reynoso

Writer based out of Salem, MA.

Latina | IG: @CheeksSoROSI

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    Written by Rosielianny Reynoso