You were claimed to be a sculptor,
with hands to mold me right,
But you chiselled away
at my brittle bones
till I cringed at half my height
I always knew your intentions,
It's my fault I never fought it,
You always claimed you loved control-
Well now you've fucking got it.
-[s]
YOU ARE READING
r e m n a n t s
Puisibook two; the prequel to dystopia,the explanation of what happened before the girl learnt to love herself @pulcist was my earlier account,dystopia is available on there. all rights reserved @dulcist
