the children are more important than the one who helped you make the children. a true mother. tears fall down your cheeks. i lay in bed where your body once was. put my left arm where you were. i imagine how it would be had we been old and lived our lives together. and you are dead and gone. and i cry with my left arm outstretched. feeling with my palm. your resentful though. we live our secret lives. out of sight out of mind. i guess. go on fuck someone else. get strangled and die. you stupid bitch. smash in your skull. your skeleton lays on the ground. barren womb. your fucking stupid brain falling into the sewer drain. the rain drenching you in your clothes. skin mush. fulfill your dreams.