Suicide

Sarah Ann Loreth "The Oven"

Suicide—for Ted Hughes
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Viciousness—
In the kitchen
As you stick my head
Into the oven

Just like an—
Old time Hollywood
Film noir murder
Mystery
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Stuffing the—
Cracks under
The doors to
Protect the kids

You couldn’t—
Stand all the
Crap and puke
Like a father
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So you let—
Assia take your
Sweet precious
String of pearls

You’re just—
Another stupid
Pathological male
Liar, my dear
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Assia isn’t a—
Dumb fucking
Cunt you know
She’ll find out

Yes, once you—
Were handsome
And I thought you
Were rare
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Now you’re just—
Another impotent
Old Yorkshire
Male Whore

You were—
Once a Jewel
More valuable
Than the Moon
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Now you’re—
Just a bag of
Shit you old
Dirty prick

Now I’m—
Silent up to
My neck with
Hate for you
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Lugging—
Your ball & chains
Out of my life
And down the road

Let the sad nag—
Do what she wants
Living with a looser
Like you
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You’ll have—
To kill her too
Someday soon
She knows too much

Even if you—
Murder me now
I’ll be back someday
To haunt you
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So turn up—
The gas and
Stuff me inside
The oven of death

Do you still—
Disbelieve in
Vengeful ghosts?
See you, sweetheart