Vanya Vonnegut
Joined May 2022
0 stories
Stories (3/0)
You made me, mama.
hey mama. There must be something you don’t know. I’m racking my brain for some secret I’ve kept hidden in my chest, deep down under the tissue and tucked away behind my heart, in a narrow cavity caving deeper into me than you could ever realize. My bones shelter me, my mind commands my arms to hold me, and my eyes to shut tight and escape the bright light of your acceptance. I wonder if it will wear thin or tire, if you will snap and leave me to trace my steps along my intestines, securing the pathways that my enemies create, leading a winding trail to my head. Everything seems dark sometimes.
By Vanya Vonnegut2 years ago in Confessions