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It Was Never Just About the Cabbage

The cabbage was the last straw

The final ridiculous irrational thought

Before she reached for the medicine jar

For anything to end

The fear of confrontation

 

How to choose the battles?

Easier to let it go

And sob in silence.

Easier to die.

Probably.

 

After her demise

No-one’s going to understand

And realise

It wasn’t just about the cabbage.