‘I had to lie ’cause if I didn’t lie she’d know the truth’
What came first? The woman or the womb?
Absence makes the heart grow cold.
I don’t want to be loved. I want to be worshipped.
No words. You took my first words. I remember that, can’t forget that. Blood on the leaves. Murder of the Springtime. No more nursery rhymes for me. Blood on the sheets. Wounds of history. An unnatural inheritance through your bloodline to me. Blood on the car seat. Stolen jewellery and things like that, like choice and dignity and myself. Blood from you. ‘All stabbed up’. Blood on me. I don’t want your blood on me. I don’t want your blood on me.
I DON’T WANT YOUR BLOOD ON ME.
Close the entrance of your mind and open the exit. Get lost in you. Harden your heart and love in freedom. Entirely your own.
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