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Rotten

He made my insides rot.

What was supposed to maintain a life, now held death and decay.

Inside, I crack and piece by piece.

It fell out, a little glimpse into what couldíve been.

Held in my hands were flesh of an opportunity I never got to know.

A person, Iíll never get to know.

All because he didnít want you.

But I wanted you, I always have and always will.

In stilled in me is a deep seeded fear.

Not being able to have the opportunity come by again.

To have these pieces sustain life.

For I fear my fertility was the pieces he rotted away from me.
TheMonsterfromHe11
Written by TheMonsterfromHe11 (Little Succubus)
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