My bones ache for death so much that
denying the urge becomes a nausea in
my throat. I am a waste. I am a waste. I
am a waste.

This sunk-cost fallacy of motherhood is a
myth, a legend, a joke. I am a waste. I am
a waste. I am a waste.

I am a well with no bottom. A whirlpool
with no water. A quicksand with no
haste....