Baby

I'm lying half asleep, 
in a bed to small to support my aching body.
thinking.
about nightmares coming true
and questions I'm too lazy to find the answers to. 
how can a useless, helpless, harmless infant be called
baby
and so can a woman,
to young,
just to see 
she's only being used?

 

raincity

NY

16 years old

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    for a crowd of men in wide collared shirts and women in boxy dresses

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    we're so close. 

     

    I am wrapped in the touch of another 

    suspended in a state of contentment

    and soft safety. 

     

    the lights in my room are warm

    and in the mirror 

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    where the soft grass meets the sea

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    for eternity now. 

     

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