My silent undoing
My silent undoing
My silent undoing
My silent undoing
My wasp in a jar
Protruding hips
And skull, and spine
Ribcage cuts a clear outline
Oh, oh
All roped up and pinching in
Distorted and disfiguring
Oh, oh
My silent undoing
My silent undoing
My wasp in a jar
No photographs around the back
Emaciated, iron flat
Oh, oh
Dehydrated cutting bones
Today i'm over 7 stone
Oh, oh
My wasp in a jar
My wasp in a jar
My wasp in a jar
Twinkle little star
My wasp in a jar.
Author's Note: Chapter one won't be uploaded for a while until I get, lets say 15 or more votes on this Epilogue which will be a while I'd guess. Or if I'm bored I might as well just upload Chapter 1. As for my previous story, it's still in progess, the next chapter that is. Making random new stories like this will be rare in the future.
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My Silent Undoing
JugendliteraturScreams, their silent. Your reflection, you're a slave to it. Someone so fragile and innocent to the world can have a big story. Monsters aren't under the bed when they're in your head. Life goes on, with or without you. And sometimes, life leaves y...
