name calling
fille monstrueuse
Is what he calls me. He pulls me in close and I bite him clean in half. I feel no regret, no sorrow, no guilt. He rots alone in my garden as reparations for the innocence stolen.
gentille fille
Is what you call me. I give to you until I am happy with my sacrifice, I give more. I kiss you carefully and the world outside melts away. I’ve done no wrong and neither have you. We sing quietly, joyfully, to ourselves in the same garden.
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"at the moment I felt at the center of my own life, the dream still braided like sweetgrass in my memory"
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