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Sometimes you don't come down and stay fallen.
Sometimes the images aren't there... and you could erase their lips and the kiss... actually missed, and you never met them.
What I'm referring to, is what it's like to be numb. No longer a person, but a machine remaining impervious... to all things around you.
After allowing the bathroom walls to see me naked, and have those water droplets dotted on my body... I walk out, walking into my room to get dressed.
For all I know my aunt is probably not here, I just want to be alone. I squeeze some lotion into my palm, rubbing my hands together and kneading it up and down my thighs, accidentally hitting my area.
Not hard enough for mild pleasure to rise and shed like leaves, but it makes me more aware of my body. Since my mind is so far... feeling like someone else is rubbing lotion on my skin.
His face runs through my mind. I strike down the container of lotion... barely hearing it hit the floor, how could he do that to me?
I loved him, for everything that he was before the father of lies took him away from me.
How could he kill my soul before it had a chance to develop?
Who was he?
Who am I?
Was I ever a person? Where had my appetite gone, where am I even?
What did he do?
Did he even do it?
Am I making him guilty of a crime he hadn't committed?
Am I twisted for wanting it to happen just like that, but not exactly, again and again... from a different person, because maybe that would erase it all.
------❤---- Authors Note-----❤--------
Well, damn Ann...
Thank you for reading.
Don't hate me because it's short, but maybe you should 😈
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