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Punishment

Wearing that skinny black dress,
Like tissue paper,
Throwing up in in a dank black hole
Set in the middle of a
6 by 8 foot cell
Curled in a corner
Not caring if my panties were exposed
Not caring
Why you did this to me
Scooting away, to the other corner,
Away from the crimson stained tooth chip
And the blood smear spattered
Negligently against the yellow plastered wall
Wondering if anyone ever cleans these cells
In those small moments of lucidity.
They put me here
Because I told them I wanted to die
Put me in a place
To help me reconsider….
Where I could more clearly
See the outstretched arms
Of my two year old
Frantically reaching for me
Frantically crying…
But mom needs to be put away
For a few days
Mom needs to reconsider
Whether or not she wants to live.  
Written by Virginiapetal
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