I am not now an emotional being.
But if ever in my dreams, I was to stumble upon
That girl who wore my face when she was
Ten, twelve, fourteen,
I weep.
Taking her in my arms I try to hush her,
as she claws at her belly and screams at the mirror.
Hating herself, as only an innocent can,
wholly and completely
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC
I am not now an emotional being.
But if ever in my dreams, I was to stumble upon
That girl who wore my face when she was
Ten, twelve, fourteen,
I weep.
Taking her in my arms I try to hush her,
as she claws at her belly and screams at the mirror.
Hating herself, as only an innocent can,
wholly and completely
I wrote this a few months ago and thought I might as well put it up
