Instructions for Going No Contact

happy holidays, everyone

INSTRUCTIONS FOR GOING NO CONTACT

Look around.
Find a big knife.

Get a firm grip on the handle and aim true.
Shove that motherfucker straight into your heart.

Work it around, find the hardened part.
Cut side to side, make a hole big enough for your fist.

Reach your little paw right in.
Grab the tumor, rip with all your might.

Don’t think twice, or you’ll fail.
Throw that festering clump into the fire it came from.

Run like hell.
Don’t look back.

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The story of this poem: As we enter the holiday season, I see an uptick in coverage around people going no contact with their families of origin. I wish there was a clear list of instructions for cutting ties, so I got as close as I could.

It’s worth noting that the physical and mental experience of going no contact was similar to getting sober from alcohol. IYKYK.

Thank you so much for reading my work.

See you next week.