Posted by Happyflower on May 2, 2008, at 23:15:39
Burning light bulbs cauterized my innocents
Evil laughter I hate Thomas Edison
Inventing instruments of torture
No my mom doesn't smoke she uses light bulbs
Back, loins, sometimes defending hands
Why did I pee the bed? I try to stay
Awake afraid I will, but I always fall asleep.
Dad to work, Mom in the morning feeling my sheets.
I know what will come, I can't hide, I tried.
The smell of urine soaked clothes and
burning skin penetrate my memory.
Why couldn't I just be good? I had to be bad.
poster:Happyflower
thread:826928
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