Day 1 - 18 December 1886
Mommy locked me in the closet. Mommy loves me, so it's okay. Mommy says she will open the door soon.
Why did mommy lock me?
Day 2 - 19 December 1886
Mommy didn't come to me today. I am hungry. Mommy, feed me. I was screaming for her to come. Mommy didn't come.
Why did she left me?
Day 3 - 20 December 1886
I'm starving. Mommy, I heard your voice. Mommy, I know you're here somewhere. It's really dark in here. I'm lonely. I want to see mommy. Mommy loves me.
Mommy loves me?
Day 4 - 21 December 1886
Walls are getting closer. They'll crush my body. Mommy, save me.
But mommy didn't come today too. But i'm not lonely anymore. I found some insects coming from behind the wallpaper. I made friends with them.
I ate them. I don't starve anymore.
Why didn't mommy save me?
Day 5 - 22 December 1886
I shouldn't eat them. It hurts. I vomited on my dress today. It stinks. I feel weird, metalic aftertaste in my mouth. Mommy, I love you. Mommy. Mommy, where are you?
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Day 6 - 23 December 1886
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It hurts. I vomit often. There's a smell of blood everywhere. I got skinnier. I can feel my bones. I got hungry today again. But I won't eat my friends anymore.
I ate my nails instead. They were delicious. There was a lot of blood, but i drank it. I asked mommy if she wants some. Mommy didn't answer. Mommy is very quiet. But she loves me, so it's okay.
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My hands hurt. My stomach hurts. I can't stand on my feet anymore. I feel some insects biting my body. But they are my friends, so it's okay. They told me that i'm beautiful.
My hair is falling from my head. I ate it too. I swallowed some of my teeth too. It hurts.
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Mommy, it hurts.
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Poetry[boketto] - the act of gazing vacantly, lost in your own thoughts [ experimental poetry/short tales ]
