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6.27.04
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lovejunkie Member
since 2003-12-31
Posts 93Indiana |
Click click click Our baby's got her first nervous twitch. She stares at the walls past the ceiling to the hall. Breathes and thinks Breathes and chokes Breathes and clicks Her skin crawls microscopic bites and gashes and lashes stick together while she tries to sleep. Her throat closes and holds back her food chew chew chew How sweet. Our baby's got something new to do. She cries and she cringes. She breathes and she breaks. Shake shake shake Why is it cold? and Why can't she eat? and Why can't she sleep without a phone by her side? and Why does she have to grit her teeth so hard until it hurts her? She fights with the mirror at night when no one's home to talk her away- -to tuck her away. "I hate you," she shook. "I want to live again," she begged. "No," it said. Click click click |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
this leaves me with a chill, a foreboding it isn't a rockabye baby write am I misreading? |
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