16/3/13
You never should take leaps of faith in a broken family. Well, more like with a broken mother. I should never have even thought about touching that box, let alone tearing it open like a Christmas present.
I'm annoyed I have to spend the day trudging around, and explaining why I have scars on my arm to cover my mama's ass. I'll be dead otherwise.
As I lope down the hall and try act normal, I can't seem to get the image out of my head. The shiny film. The layers of tape. It's haunting me.
My shoulders are aching from my bag housing the "essentials", their screaming at me to stop and rest. But I can't afford that sign of weakness, it'll tear me down faster than my mama
But what's tearing me up more, is the perked up faces and bright eyes that walk around like a sickening wave. I can feel the larva inside me squirm at the thought. Soon it'll hatch, it'll take shape and fly.
That might just be the death of me.
Maybe... Let's just hope that's soon...
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