How is it that you're not here, but still here?
I know how.
We trusted you from the start.
Now our lights are out, and it's hard to breathe too.
Two months go by, it's still dark.
Our babies are taken away and given to better people.
We aren't the better people anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Animalistic
Short StoryA collective three part series of my inner most sensitive thoughts, experiences and revelations. Through tragedy and trauma, loss and hope; I've gathered all of my memories and emotions during that time and placed them here. For the curious minds...
