What I Pay For Everyday

Sweet Girl

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      CHAPTER 1 - SWEET GIRL

have you ever
heard the voice in your head
breath?
it can breath so clearly,
that the voice inside their head
starts to breath too
until the breathing
doesn't feel like breathing
doesn't sound like breathing
doesn't work like breathing,
instead it's heavy
and raggedy
like the cloth used on a sink,
it filled with damp crumbs
and the orange rust on the edges
your skin so dry,
it starts to crawl
and voices so loud
it starts to multiply
until all you can do is beg,
plead,
for it to stop
and oh,
what i would give to listen to it all
stop.

                                                                   𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐏𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐃𝐀𝐘

the damp air
the cold breeze
the soft whispers of my mother
telling me,
it will all be okay
even though we both don't know
for certain
because we don't know the future
and we certainly wouldn't look in the past
so she kisses me one last time
as they pull me away
until i can't hear her soft whispers,
anymore.

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tall, tuxedos, temerarious;
they wore large brown trench coats
over their vintage suits
but who on earth wears a tuxedo to work?
who on earth takes away countless children?
who on earth is there to save me?

"You are not permitted to speak," The oversized man spoke, just before slamming the door.

his voice was loud and gruffly
his face filled with stubbles on his chin
his eyes were covered by thick lenses
shading him from the sun.

"There's another kid," another guy stumbled into the car, "Got caught stealing!"
"This is why I don't f*ck with kids," He chuckled, placing his hands on the wheel.

i pushed my head against the cold window
looking up at my mother one last time

she smiled as i drove off,
pointing to her neck
i looked down,
realizing the necklace she had snuck around my neck
a feather attached to it
with beads
it still smelt like her
i looked back up,

but the house was now out of view.