you're making me sick, love

I can't erase it from my mind
I just replay it, love,
Think of it all of the time.

But I don't want to imagine
Words you spoke to her that night.
Naked bodies look like porcelain,
You both knew I'd be bleeding inside.

--Daughter, Love--

"you're making me sick, love"
pencil, marker, pastel on paper


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