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Thete’s not a single present in
the cold shabby apartment
in the nasty fucking world
full of horrid evil people.

No Christmas tree or fruitcake.
No fancy fucking food at all…
for the molested one (me).
No cookies or pie.

I dump the spoiled milk down the
drain and drink the coffee black.
FUCK FUCK FUCK! I smell my own
stink…as you must have nakedness
to wash. NOT TODAY.

Nightmares bundle me…
paralyze me. THEY RAPE ME.
Holidays were always always…
ALWAYS the worst. Menstruation
week, too. Just bloody figures.

Row the boat ashore, Lord…
rescue me – or at least bring
tampons. You gave the world
your son. Thank you for saltine
crackers with butter.

Cheese and constipation…
headaches and fear…
tears on the kitchen table…
of the molested one (me).

What I wanted for Christmas was
peace on Earth/goodwill toward
man – for all the molested ones
(including me). I’ll shove a piece of
coal up my ass, again…

INSTEAD

and try next year. Med time. Bedtime!

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    1. Christmas is my least favorite holiday. I so get this.

      Fantastic write, Paula. I hope Christmas is better for you, if this is a true write.

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