Am I dead?
Dancing in the moonlight, I sang a soothing song. You laughed.
I live.
Clouds come in on puffy fluffs. You float away.
Until the morning tide.
Waters suffocate me. Your hand on my mouth, pressing down so my parents can't hear. Lights dance inside my eyes as I press my legs together.
It's too late. You impress me. Your seed has penetrated my womb and the child is born.
There's blood on my white pillow case. Shards of brick in my hair. A brick, broken in half on the floor.
My head is pounding, aching, throbbing.
My heart. Oh, my heart! It is dying.
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 7:03 PM UTC
Am I dead?
Dancing in the moonlight, I sang a soothing song. You laughed.
I live.
Clouds come in on puffy fluffs. You float away.
Until the morning tide.
Waters suffocate me. Your hand on my mouth, pressing down so my parents can't hear. Lights dance inside my eyes as I press my legs together.
It's too late. You impress me. Your seed has penetrated my womb and the child is born.
There's blood on my white pillow case. Shards of brick in my hair. A brick, broken in half on the floor.
My head is pounding, aching, throbbing.
My heart. Oh, my heart! It is dying.
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