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Marriage

An experience

By Juliana DentataPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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I once slept with my parents

Wedged between them

Like a prisoner

Until I graduated to sleeping with a man

At first, this level of supervision was freeing

Eventually, I realized I was still a prisoner

Each movement I made elicited a response from my guard(ian)

The arm flung over me in response was more of a warning than a comfort

My anxiety briefly saved me from my nighttime prison

Unable to sleep, I counted the episodes of Golden Girls from a chair

Each one brings me closer to shift change

Night to day

A different kind of prison

I broke free once

Creeping out the door in the night

Reveling in how much sweeter the Florida air was after dark

Enjoying the heavy weight of the humidity all around me

Wrapping me in soft arms

The arms that found me weren’t as soft

They crushed me within them

Suffocating me

Dragging me back to my cell

A life sentence with no hope of parole

heartbreak
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About the Creator

Juliana Dentata

cat lady, stay at home mom, solitary witch just trying to stay grounded in this crazy world we all live in

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