Writing and photography by P. L. Cobb
Sorry about your mom.
Sorry she tried to eat you when you were two.
Sorry she drove away all of your siblings too,
Leaving you to fend for yourself in a fantasy land.
Sorry you had to grow up in fantasy land.
Sorry you were delusional enough to fancy yourself a fantasy man.
Not sorry for your crushed dreams.
And not sorry for everything else.
To be honest I’m not sorry at all.
We’re done here.
Move along my dear.