breathing?

and in the true spirit of ‘god’…

“… my father just killed me…”

dear daughter
so how does your garden grow….

“… father forgive me…”
it’s for real I must know
“… it was only a show…”

blink
b link
b l ink….

the time is too slow
“… it’s all I could do!….”

dad… what is it?

“…. I’m disappointed in you… "

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no lines
no self between the cries
piercing daggers falling

falling apart
“what timing timing”
stopped her beating heart

“whats there
dead in a row”

used to be
where my
garden grew

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are you breathing?
if I do
a whole will open
exposing true….