Call Her Queen Hatshepsut

th the exception of the light pink rogue, her choice of green lipstick did nothing for her mood

ings in her life. She could never get them back. She wanted one of those things b

lly took down notes in little composition notebooks. And I drew it out and I made little dialogue boxes. I mapp

husband has gotte

’t want

taught her things she would carry in her heart for the rest of her life. He taught her how

around one person. She had to do her own thing, someti

ad a book and help

n’t. The dick was too good and he was

the more she cut her own existence and made her husband the axis

ided to call her home. Her daughter was the sole r

herself second. She would never forget the delivery room…the room she experienced th

is gone! Mama misses you.

as filled with rage and misunderstanding.

r away? Were you that jealous, Lord? Was ailing her daughter’s heart and t

child’s father the way she should? She was baref

the lyrics to. She seemed a bit out of it as the traffic came and went ou

she hungrily pulled on it for

he same way I felt when my child died. Drugs were supposed to make you feel like Superman and take you

W WHY YOU TOO

hter’s funeral. She closed her eyes so tightly she felt her pulse. “

er ears like a wishing well. A penny for your thoughts, Lord! Johann Chry

ike it was a drum set…nodding her head like bir

ling her lungs with hate. “…Ah, Moza

as this a form of Alpha and Omega? Was

s of Earthly publications, yet I don’t remember when my daughter was born because I was

nows more about a Classical era composer than she knows about her own child? What kind of man le

pictures…her sweaty, shaking thumbs were smearing the color,

unceremoniously pulled Di Vinci’s ear and tried to vindicate thee and his hand slipped and he lost footing and cut his right ear and the pinks and the

ever trusted you

the shiny pistol on her lap. She should end it all

o honor or to have a meal. I don’t deserve to enjoy the pleasure

better time. Back then she had no

eets that always brought her full circle back to the start. It was like

the passenger seat and wiping the make-up from

d for them. To look at them and to hope and to dream of your child and to be one with you

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es, pictures