Dear Child,

Sun, 02/11/2018 - 16:01 -- Blurr

I had no arms to remove you, no voice to tell them to stop.

But I had a door, and I let hope in for you.


Dents line my walls, as the movers carried out my memories:

The clothes, the bed, the studded belts, the toys they took


until I am nothing but a shell.


I only have that picture, carved into my empty closet,

a picture of you leaving.The hope took you away.

I am nothing but bad memories. Don’t come back.



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