She said there are fates
worse than death. It’s true
but I’d prefer to be alive.
Yes, even in this body.
She thought the topic
was safe enough, but you
read between the lines
and called her out.
It has been years
with her inside my brain,
whispering things that hurt
or sometimes yelling,
and I don’t love it
but I can handle pain,
for myself, but you said
she was hurting my kids.
First you said she didn’t care
about them – bad enough –
then you called her
disrespectful, said she
weaponised them,
took advantage of my love
to hurt us all and serve
her own agenda.
It took a moment to soak
in, then left me reeling
in pain as I realised it is true:
she is a splinter, causing sepsis.
Removal stings like a bitch,
but I push through that feeling,
knowing this is for the best.
She has to go.
I channel the hurt,
I use this pain,
and it morphs into
white hot rage.
Who the fuck does she think she is?
Dragging me down time and again.
And who the fuck
gave her the right
to take aim at my kids?
Perhaps I don’t
always protect myself
for various reasons,
but if you’re coming after them
don’t think I won’t
take you down
for all I’m worth.
So here, meet my anger,
my protective Mama Bear.
I am here to break
these cycles.
It’s time to offer myself
healing and self-care,
to protect them,
and because I deserve it.
I’m pissed off.
How fucking dare she
treat me badly,
call me names,
gaslighting, lying
all so blatantly,
for her own nefarious goals.
Not my friend,
not on my side.
I’m not consenting
to this bully.
Now let her feel
my wrath upon her,
breathing fire unrelenting
like a dragon
hoarding treasure.
This is mine, my land,
my kingdom. Spies
and traitors don’t belong.
This is war,
her days are numbered.
No more secrets, no more lies.
Like Theoden,
the curse is lifted,
barely, and yet just in time.
No more poison, her power is waning.
Her ending is
well underway.
She’s very vocal
in her complaining,
but Mama Bear
will not be swayed.
A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle 
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