Dearest Mother,

It is with a heavy heart that I must dismiss you from your current position. I just feel that we are no longer compatible, and our irreconcilable differences have proven to provide an unhealthy environment amongst the other members of this family.

Your continued hostility towards me and my siblings is simply not conducive to a chill household. I do not feel it is unreasonable to for us to play football in the living room, but that your reaction to a broken lamp, unforgivably was.

You should also note that we have made every attempt to avoid this regrettable conclusion. You were issued with many warnings by myself, and your other charges. As recent as last Thursday you were issued with a complaint due to inadequate performance in the kitchen. Matthew cited your fries as being 'somehow undercooked and burnt, all at the same time.' While this may be considered a 'special skill,' it is not one that is appreciated within this home.

Please note, your residency within the property is not being terminated, only your position as a Mum. This means that there are to be no more embarrassing performances at the school gates; no more 'snuggles', no chores and as a further consequence, you relinquish all punishment rights to your deputy in command, Dad.

Your termination is to be effective immediately and therefore, my current grounding will now be void.

Yours Sincerely,

Kyle - your former son.

after phoebe tells me she wants to die, we roll our eyes // there is nothing deader than an indie darling so she was already leagues deep // I slur words and ask her if she likes ohio // enough to live for it // she says no but does anyone and don’t we all exist anyway // the zombies chase after us as we escape our hideaway for one last night // she strikes charli and jack with her spiked bat as we run and it is sick and beautiful like us // our bodies bitten // turning undead // she pushes me towards the tour van and I know where we’re meant to go // our mountain dew-rotted veins drive us home // past the sun like she always wanted // and when we pull over on interstate 71 and look up it is barely there // our sights bleeding away // HELL IS REAL // IF YOU DIED TODAY WHERE WOULD YOU SPEND ETERNITY // and I feel a hunger taking over // a throatfire inside me // right here, phoebe // I say // come nearer, baby