A Soft White Quilt
When I were a child,
Opened my eyes first time,
I saw a smiling face,
That was hiding sprinkles.
I felt soft and warm hands,
They cuddled me into the Air,
I were shocked when my vision,
Sparkled through the light,
I saw hide shadows,
They moved,
When two eyes jumped over me.
I enjoyed toxicant smell,
That was travelling through my nerves,
And bounced with my heart beat,
When someone touched my cheeks with cold hands.
My body thrived,
I saw anger in someone’s eyes.
I were frightened,
And screamed,
My piss marked soft white quilt.
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