Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Your Baby Girl

My eyes shatter in the mirror,
as your fingers twirl through my hair.
White knuckles rest between my knees;
the only vision to cloud my memories.
I'll scream; run to your bedroom door, 
until your threats glue me to the floor.
I can't take
another day
of not knowing who you are!




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