A Daughter

August 21, 2013

Smoke words robbed me of the innocence I had.

Blind was I, to her fake smile, her too-loud laughter.

So consumed with the thought of what I wanted, needed.

I made that smile my whole universe.

Now I rot within this shell called skin. And I weep for what I never had.

For what daughter can truly have a place in a woman's heart when she has a son?

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