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Do not feed that lamb

trauma flashback

By Millie OPublished 24 days ago 1 min read
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Do not feed that lamb
Photo by Daniel Sandvik on Unsplash

Suddenly, a cap,

then a scarf,

finally a gray,

knitted sweater.

We are silent in our game:

White lamb,

gray lamb,

shaggy lamb.

Somewhere, a photograph remains

of me under the cherry tree and

the lamb resting its head on my lap.

We are silent in our game:

White lamb,

gray lamb,

shaggy lamb.

Somewhere, a memory remains:

my touch, a gentle ballet on your head

his blade, a silent waltz upon your throat.

White lamb,

gray lamb,

shaggy lamb.

In silence, we played,

in scream, you stayed.

fact or fiction
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Millie O

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  • Manisha Dhalani24 days ago

    Oh wow. This gave me goosebumps!

  • Sally24 days ago

    I felt chills down my spine. Such a heavy flashback, with such a poetic twist. Good job!

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