Waking up dead in a place ive never been, God must have killed me, must have committed an awful sin.
Oh how I wish to feel, to taste, to touch , to love
Blank stares from others looking at me.
A little girl, I look into her eyes
Fire in one eye, a car in the next. They collide
She tries to hide the wombs, the burns and the bruises
I try to speak but my words are useless
Death
I scream, but nothing comes out.
I lay back down, only my thoughts can help me escape this mental drought
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