child
i think she might be coming back.
the child i shelter and protect inside myself.
she's so little and innocent.
but her voice is demanding and horrifying.
she doesn't understand i just want to protect her.
i nurture and she ruins.
she ruins me.
she is me.
Copyright © Cecily Grace | Year Posted 2024
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