Liza

Sitting in her toy bin, surrounded by a new family and warmth and kindness. She stares at the wall, but her head is high and proud and confused. Cold cement and those goddamn bars. She went blind behind those bars. She will never see anything else again. She will never forget the horror of cold steel in her uterus.

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Warm breath crests over my neck while dead fingers dig under your shoulder blade as if to rip the bones from your body. I just want a piece of you when I wake up.