You gripped my chin with cold pallid fingers forced my mouth open and poured your poison inside of me. It traveled down my veins and you turned around with a frown on your face.

“Darling what’s wrong?” your words reverb and pulse around me and yet I cannot hear you.

You sliced me open and stuffed flowers inside of me, but they were dead and crumbling.

You closed me back up but sloppily like you were rushed and as I lay there you walked away and said;

“Why are you always like this?”

You returned again this time with sunshine and shone it in my eyes.

“Here, now you’ll see.” You smiled a cold empty smile.

I blinked rapidly; the world faded in and out but I still could not see.

“You’ll see it my way, I promise.”

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