you are mine

beneath my skin

a secret grows.

I name you.

I call you special

I call you precious

I sing to you every morning

he can never know.

Sometimes I dream

I'll return

with you in my arms

and then he'll want a family

but I know that our realities cannot carry

the weight of something so light

so fragile

so right.

You are mine

until they cut me up inside

he can never know.

The End

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