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To your Gravestone

I say goodbye.

By Tennessee GarbagePublished 2 months ago 1 min read
To your Gravestone
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Who said?”

“I did.”

How could you do this?”


“Obviously. All that time and attention. Not to mention the money!”

“Don’t be so dramatic.”

Why? Why would you do this to your own mother?”

“Simple. Some parents give up their children for a lot less. Some take the vary life they gave them. I guess it’s the same. I’m taking over and taking back the life I gave to you.”

What possesses you to think that I’ll allow it?”

“You’re dead. You can’t do anything about it.”

Where do you get off speaking to me this way?”

“I suppose when I realized that you were nothing more than a dream. A nightmare that no longer scares me.”


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Tennessee Garbage

Howdy! There is relatable stuff here- dark and twisty and some sentimental garbage. "Don't forget to tip your waitresses" Hi, I am your waitress, let me serve you with more content. Hope you enjoy! :)

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 months ago

    Gosh this was so poignant and emotional. Loved your poem!

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