Somehow,
I've ended up
back with
"her".
The same
woman
that
ruined my
life.
I stand
there,
in the
same
bathroom
that she
had once
drowned
me in
when I
was
little.
I stand
there,
waiting
for
whatever
she's going
to do
to me.
I can't
possibly
go through
this again.
I survived
once,
barely.
Can I
do it
again?
I suddenly
feel
a bit
of
confidence.
I walk
over
to the
mirror.
I look at
myself,
strong
as ever.
I'm not
going to
let her
tear
me
apart.
I can
and will
fight
for my
life.
Suddenly,
my
reflection
turns into
my mom..
She reaches
out at
me.
She grabs
me
and pulls
me in.
The glass
breaks
and we
both
fall
from the
top of
a
building.
Somehow,
she throws
a piece
of glass
at me.
It slices
my
forehead,
just like
the first
time.
I hit
the
ground,
badly
wounded.
Then,
everything,
including
me and
my mom,
disappear.
All the
glass
shards
fall onto
the
ground.
Each and
every
one of
them
change
and get
bigger.
all of
the glass
shards
form a
picture.
I stand
in a
building,
signing
some
adoption
papers.
I look
at all
the
desperate
faces
of the
children.
All
of them
have
bruises
and scars.
All
of them
probably
sexually
abused
every day.
All of
them,
being through
exactly
what
I've been
through.
I fall
over
and cry,
finding
my
weakness.
My sore
spot.
I can't
save
them all.
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