Poems from Rebecca Cil
Mom, I’m bi
Dear mom
I’m writing you a poem,
For you to know
Who I became
A while ago.
I’m not a perfect person
Therefore you need to...
The blade,
"Use me!"
I can hear is scream
Just one cut,
One deep one,
And over it is
The pill,
"Drink me!"
I hear the voice in my head...