A Reverse Chronological Portrait Written by a Young Girl
III/VIII
Monday, November 2
He twisted my limbs and my parts,
Pinning me and my slight wings down with skilled precision
Until what’s his fault was my fault
and Forgive me, I’m sorry
He twisted my limbs and my parts,
Pinning me and my slight wings down with skilled precision
Until what’s his fault was my fault
and Forgive me, I’m sorry