They tell you "be quiet and serve". Don't need. Don't want. Be mother. Be whore. Sweat and toil as your son grows twisted like the others.
Wake to find you have two masters.
Silent rage guiding your hands as your skillet strikes skull. Sit in your kitchen with brain matter on your face and laugh.
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Alyssa
I've always wanted to write but have so much shame around my skills from years of feeling not good enough. But you know what, EFF IT! Let's write
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