Move
Beloved daughter,
There is no home for you there
In your beloved wound.
Close
Slow killer lover,
There is no place for you here
In what was our home.
Soon Enough
Starry wound, I won’t
Forget you, nor let you stay
Untended again.
Ceiling
That hook he left with
Nothing hanging from it but
An invitation.
Purpose
Hook. Hook. What the fuck
Could I use you for? You’re god
Damn ominous, see.
Release
Hook, I don’t have one
Spell to solve you. Can’t bury,
Burn, give you away.
Reason
Hook, you have a use,
Just not for me. It’s not your
Fault he left you here.
Fuck You, You Stupid Hook
Hook, I still don’t want
You hanging over my head
Like a fucking threat.
A Space Issue
Hook, I just can’t have
You where I live with my wound
My love my altar.
Grand Gesture
Hook. Hook. Fuck. Hook, you
Suck. Hook, I hate…sorry. I’ll
Send you postage due.
nicole morning 
I loved each of these but the first one to the daughter was specially touching!
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Thanks so much, Neha! I’m glad you enjoyed these.
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You’re welcome 🙂
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It sounds like that hook is keeping you suspended.
Maybe you’re more acclimated to being in suspense than you are to conclusion or finality.
Hooks are not passive tools.
Woodsmen use hooks to roll heavy logs. Heavy fish are pulled onboard a vessel with hooks.
Sheperds use a crook to manage sheep
You could use the hook to suspend meat over an open fire- hot grease dripping and sizzling in the moonlight.
You could hang a planter from it outside from the eaves.
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Hi Jay! Thanks for reading 🙂
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