Moving On
she packed the bags under her eyes
with all the things she used to be
she was taking them with her
no way she was leaving them behind
she put on the red, yes, red sweatpants
the ones that yeah, make her look fat, fat, fat
she was wearing them out the front door
but no way in hell was she wearing a bra
left everything that squeezed the life out of her
sitting on the gray couch in the living room
he didn’t get up
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Amazing!! That first line grabs!!
This has a lot of power in it.
Wow – I love the voice in this poem!
Hooray for the subject of this poem, whomever she may be. ❤️
Gripping from the first line!
Pulling for her! This is an amazing poem from the first line to last. The dark humor is so rich! Oh Queen!
Absolutely awesome! Fantastic poem!
Left the bra, free at last from him who did not rise.
So much packed into this!
That last line. Oof. Yes!