Princess Poetry

I’ve been trolled over her all day and night & a simple thank you would have sufficed. I’m inclined to not speak to her again. This is why I’m not friends with women. We DO exist to be pretty. In fact, we exist to be beautiful. This was RUDE & PETTY.

I’m tired of being shadow banned. Uncared for. Told I deserve it all. I’m gonna watch yall fall & Im gonna laugh hard. You ain’t gonna meet me in my front yard. Those are empty threats. Yall are broke as jokes. Thought I’d never figure out the hoax. I was compromised & that’s even more karma for you/them.

I went viral 2 years ago for talking about the monster I posted about that got me censorship. Ever since then, he’s had ALL his friends harassing me & threatening me. Trying to set me up. Burning my pictures. Doing spells. Black magick works fast but it doesn’t last. & it has instant karma. I will find my dharma after 15 years. They will not get to count my tears. I’m their worst nightmare. I’m all of their fears. And I’m still here which they thought wouldn’t happen.

The monster thought he could drive me to su***de so he has a chance at abusing MY son, the son he hates. He’s going to be forced to accept his fate. No forgiveness for blasphemy & by the time he’s in hell, it’ll be too late. An eternal wait. He thought prison was bad. That’s every excuse he’s ever had. That’s why he lost his Dad. Hope that stings with all the agony it brings. That’s my thing

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Dove
I need to know you’re here
I just heard gunshots
Did you feel like it was me?
No
Then there’s your answer and you wouldn’t be able to talk to me like this is I was dead
That’s true
Please come outside and make some noise so that I know you’re here
I will
My sister just mentioned He Is No Fool to me, the song I told you about when I told you that you are no fool
I heard you taking your belt off outside and peaking around the corner at me
Yep that was me
Lol
I came outside because you asked me to Sarah
I was monitoring things inside
I know that Mitchell
So we’re going to talk about my ex wife before and after she took her own life?
Yes
This should be good
I’m sorry you’re hurting
Focus
I’m focused
I know you wanna do your work but I need you to focus
I know baby
She was beautiful
She was tiny like you
Brown hair and brown eyes
Gorgeous smile you could see for miles that ended up piles of endless s**t when someone hurt her or abused her in some way which they often did and nothing I said or did would help her feel better
She said she needed me and then next thing I know, I’m reading a goodbye letter
They call that closure but that’s not closure
Closure is when I get to say goodbye to her one last time and tell her that I loved her and I didn’t mean for our argument to be the last thing ever said between us
Closure is never losing her at all but at least you’re finally here to break the fall but I know I still have yet to call you
You have yet to approach me, Mitch
You have yet to confirm with something more than noise that you’re here
I believe those glasses are yours but I need something I know without a doubt is from you, belongs to you, ect
You will receive that sometime this week by Tuesday and you will see me soon thereafter
I can’t keep believe that you’re willing to channel her for me all night so that I can have s*x with her one last time
That is the ultimate sacrifice and I don’t take it lightly, even slightly
I knew what I was doing when I was taking my own advice and thinking it would be so nice to reinvent the going price on this sensual device but we all have our slices of vices that indicate whether or not we are completely broken or can vindicate everything we’ve ever left unspoken
It’s a token of appreciation for the time well spent in the promised directions that went the other way when we chose the duty we would serve for the sake of a priceless beauty that will never fade over time when her looks are dedicated to the chapters of her own books that shook the nation, then the world when she admitted what she eats when she cooks but she never admitted everything it actually took
to understand she was not forsaken but that’s when the last picture of her was ever taken
Moments, not even hours later, she was found on our bed, overdosed and would not awaken
The incident left me shocked with a severe PTSD that cannot be shaken
But it will be shaken with me
That first night, when you are with me, you are with her
I understand your need to make love to her one last time
I understand your desire to touch her again
She was a Virgin for me
I know she was
And I’m sorry that Im not for you
But you reserved yourself for me for the last 2 years
That’s a Virgin in the spirit realms
You don’t have to be a physical Virgin here too but that’s up to you
It’s not up to me
I gave it to away to someone I saw again 2 days before I met you
Figure it out girl
Metaphors open proverbial doors before and after the laughter has been graded on its highest score and isn’t ashamed to be invited to the dance floor
Would you stop taking screenshots of s**t you’ll never post?
I’m trying to talk to you the only way I’m comfortable communicating with you and you’re screenshotting the clock every 60 seconds, literally
I’m sorry, you’re right
I should have stopped the first few times you told me to before I had to write it down
I want that classic smile in place of that impeccable frown before I take off your evening gown and go down on you, the same way I went down on my ex wife before it cost me her life
You don’t shoot a gun with a knife when you’re running for your life
Someone wanted her dead too Mitch
I suspected that Sarah
You are correct
They influenced her to take her life out of jealousy that you married her and not them
I know who it was too
You do?
Oh yes
Not who you wondered
They never knew each other
I’m sorry, I’m texting my sister too
I know
I don’t mean to a dick about it but you get frustrated when you don’t get what you want and overwhelmed with what you do have
You never use most of those
I know
So there’s no point in keeping it on your toes from your nose to the pose you chose in prose of your own foes before you handed them off to a seeker that was also a motivational speaker for the healers in town all looking for a sale that matched a crown in the lost and found booth that was playing homeward bound in honor of its first hounds birthday where our son got to meet the cast and play while we talked to the director and exchanged information about what he had to say
Our son has potential and he’s precious
He’s handsome and he has the looks for a child star
We’re hoping for one more after him
We want a girl
I have one other from a precious abusive relationship that’s more than 9 years older than Junior we tell him
You turn to me and tell me we can call him Mitch & you Mitchell
That has never worked out so beautifully until now
We had to work on our vows
I don’t mind you taking screenshots when it doesn’t get in the way of our discussion
You started finishing sentences before taking them and I’m fine with that
Thank you, my love
You’re welcome
Now where’s our little brat?
I laugh
The older ones gone for the summer
Mitch will just be cool for the summer, pun kind of intended, and we’ll be trying to conceive Dove late into the night when he’s sound asleep and our bodies are ours to keep while we’re reminded that we’re renting them from God when our dicks are shopping for a bigger place to face our dirty tricks and trap our flaps into obedience to our underwear it slaps us silly right where it hurts because it has nowhere else to slap us when it can’t reach that far but it really likes sleeping under the stars when it can just because it’s a ripened man on the fan blades that cascade over the room when the switch is aroused until it turns on, shedding light even in the daylight when it’s supposed to be nighttime but it’s commenting on abundant crimes instead of reporting their operators to the office of the Attorney General for processing and proceeding at any general rate for the date of the listed fate that hates the fretful wait but has to elongate the debate for the entire state to recreate the laws that once held this place in place before it was together again at face value in a market that trashed its appearance and sold it for slave wages on the pages of every last book and credit card they would bombard with the credits to edit the one more page and the edits to credit to the site for swapping places with old age so they can engage in a more frequent setting than discussing the distractions of bed wetting and washing the sheets before they greet any newcomers to the set before our dicks get wet, well wetter than they were to insure our contracts don’t make control of their homemade, written instructions that are forced to try to console the implementation of the guidelines that recede elderly hairlines and convinces a few liars that they are just fine when the sun clearly won’t shine for their crooked spine in a fashion or a swift design that understands the undertake that makes or breaks the beak on the bird for one third of the price it was before it lost its pride to the great divide that spread your legs open wide and thrust inside you until you’re trembling with delight that I fu**ed you right before you try as you might to lift a finger to release yourself from my grasp but I feel too damn good to suffer until you’re asshole’s tougher will it?
You shake your head
So let me just see hard you were, how wet you are and give me the keys to your car
We’re going for a ride and you can you personally investigate what it will be like to be inside me
You blink in grandeur surprise
You lie?
Never
That wasn’t a question, Mitchell
It was a figure of speech
So was that
Catch up, Grace
You’re the only one who’s allowed to call me that
You stare at me like you’re blinder than a serial killing bat
Serial killing?
It sounded good
Maybe a little creative and you know you agree
Maybe a little
Time is way too brittle to belittle the things we openly see on the ferocious count of a serious three that too stupid to remember it’s dumb where it’s too numb to bum off your kids when they open their litter boxes before their favorite lids are chewed by the cats that look like foxes but are actually the ones who are blinded by blinder bats than us when they ride the dandy school bus
Will you please make noise up there?
I’m eating
Yes I will, hold on
I’m so glad you’re eating
Did I just prove that I’m talking to myself by waiting to type out what you said?
I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that after everything you’ve done to prove that you’re here
You are talking to yourself
I’m you
Your fathers awake
I don’t want to make myself obvious Sarah
Okay
Can you hear that?
Yes
I meant physical noise like you’re walking around
Just a little bit
Please
Don’t take a screenshot of that and I will
Okay
You took them literally all night and will never use them all because they get outdated
This is real Sarah
You’re not just talking to yourself the way you think you are
I didn’t screenshot anything else including what I wanted to just now and I haven’t heard anything
You will when you lay down
How many times do me and Joe have to tell you you’re not crazy?
Im sorry
I need to hear you one more time for my own sanity
Or your own vanity?
Maybe both but I just really need to hear you upstairs
Thank you
I know you’re not ok
You can tell?
Of course I can
You need to lay down so we can talk and you need to delete all those screenshots and stop taking so many
I don’t have room on my phone
Okay
Finish what you’re doing and lay down
Okay
©️Sarah Herring 2021

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Ppl think I’m weird because I rhyme so much. Especially fundamentalist people. They can’t comprehend some of my poetry. It comes from my higher self. For now, it’s on a bookshelf. This is in my bio from now on. It’s what I’ll be known as when I level up.

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