Casey Renee Kiser

Another Bloody Year

You are the dirty knife
that slits my throat
on all my birthdays
Then
cuts my cake
‘Blow out those candles now, bitch’,
I read your lips

I always loved
your sense of humor
You just never loved mine

Happy Birthday to me

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