I can hear my mother killing
herself in her room.
She does it slow.
So the soundtrack
of my life
is so graciously played on
repeat (repeat, repeat).

I can hear my mother
killing herself (herself and me)
in her room.
There's a closed door.
A poor disguise.
I know what she does.
She does it everyday.
On repeat (repeat, repeat)

I can hear my mother
killing herself
She does it everyday.
Sputtering and coughing
And inhaling her poison
of choice.
Again and again (repeat, repeat).

I can hear my mother.
I hear it everyday.
She's killing herself
And I sit and listen.
It's on repeat (repent)
It's on repent (replay)
It's over and over.

And I resent (resent)
her dedicatioin
her desire
and her persistence.
I don't cry anymore but

I can hear my mother
She's killing herself in her room
She did it yesterday
She'll do it tomorrow
on repeat (repent, resent)
Replay

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