I remember the moment
I knew they were watching—
the moment they became of thin air.
but who were they?
our mothers?
our sisters?
our friends?
could they be everything
wrapped up in one?
so from that moment forward
I lived in a fear
of them staring & spying—
judging every last move.
will they always be watching?
god, please say they won’t.
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 3:07 AM UTC
I remember the moment
I knew they were watching—
the moment they became of thin air.
but who were they?
our mothers?
our sisters?
our friends?
could they be everything
wrapped up in one?
so from that moment forward
I lived in a fear
of them staring & spying—
judging every last move.
will they always be watching?
god, please say they won’t.
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