Some people should not be allowed to be parents. I can feel the pain in this.

“spent a few years
at the bottom
of a bottle
turns out
you can drown lota things
but demons fuckin float.”

Penned with brutal honesty, 253. I concur with Fia. The stanza above has a lot of fucking bite, I can definitely relate to living in a bottle most of my life. Thanks for sharing your story. Appreciate you.

Damian

This raw spill poem punches like a professional boxer. Each word is a bloodied and brawny fist, smashing its mark, square in the face. I absolutely concur with both, Fia, and Damian. Also, I do hope you see and realize the one and perhaps most important fact here: Your children do not fear you or cringe when you’re are near. You have effectively recreated the cycle of abuse. Thank you for sharing such a painful write.

Clay

Terrific work Fia.

Powerfully penned, Fia. Wow, this is an excellent write with some deep layers my friend. Amazing read as always. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Deep and strangely beautiful, Fia.

Chère F.,
wow!
Warm regards, Gus

Oh damn…this one hits with a hammer and then gently holds the moment with that ending. A lot of depth and power in this one.

Terrific effort Fia💋

Powerfully penned, Fia. Another excellent write that hits hard my friend. Amazing read as always. Appreciate you, Cuz.

Damian

Very good ink

Powerfully penned, Fia. Excellent write with a musing vibe my friend. Amazing read as always. Appreciate you, Cuz.

Damian

Excellent write Fia.

Extemporaneous and spontaneous! Your poem has stardust expertly thrown all over it. Akin to a lucid dream, the images and interpretations glide freely about, touching down for a mere second. This is the kind of write that gets better and better the more I read it and allow it to absorb. Fantastic piece, Fia.

Thank you for sharing this
Clay

There’s so much power in a word. How they’re used is where the danger lies…or the beauty. Nope, there’s nothing nonsensical about this