Yes. I am cold.
Unfeeling. Heart scoured out.
Devoid of all brightness
Supposed to warm the soul
At memories of
" family".
I was unwanted. Unplanned.
A servant at once.
A Cinderella never rescued.
I hid in books.
I drew my dreams.
You hated me
In my silence.
Now, one dances to
The wind in many places.
Dancing in Heaven?I certainly
Hope it for her.
Enough said.
Now one broken and furious
In a cold bed.
I'd be terrified too.
If my recollections
Were the same
As yours.
I'm older now.
Solemn and silent.
Praise God in truth
For the complete
absence
Of feeling.
I want NOTHING from you.
While your favorite slavers
At your bedside
Like a carrion eating
Bird of prey.
Waiting.
Just..waiting.
Yes. I am cold.
But not so unloved.
I carved out a life
However small...without
The mark of "blood"
That doesn't claim me
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