Betrayal is An Unmarked Grave

the first time you trust a pack of hungry dogs to watch your newborn, they will relish in ripping and devouring its tender flesh; knawing bits of stubborn cartilage til there is nothing left to feast on. — they hiss and growl at you for not having more.

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A Beautiful Prison For Them

This is where all of the horrible things live. I lifted it from my drawer and exhaled, “oh no,” accidentally letting my animal out of it’s cage. I forgot where My memories had moved to. I changed their address and lost their coordinates. — it was not a part of me anymore because [because] it…

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