Flashback
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Throwback to the past
I stare straight down
"How could she do that"
the whispers
they creep under the skin
I held a grudge
with every death comes honor
but this one was the exception
As the room gets smaller
And the voices get louder
I remind myself to breath
Death is the only thing that is permanent
Say it with me: Bed, Mirror, dresser, carpet, blanket
Once more, darling ground yourself
Rise from your black grave
Feel the pulse of my blackened heart
Match your ideals with my most base urges
You are my shadow; I am your death
You are my humanity and my mortality
I feel most alive on the US-15 with my mother, my father, and my puppy.
Shifting eyes, tight throat, hiding my face as I watch the class make fun of a girl for sharing her issues about PTSD
The hospital is hardly a place for a child,
But I'm beguiled.
She's on her way.
Or will she be a he? Either way,
Soon we'll have a new smile for quite awhile.
The nursery gives a glimpse of what to come,
