The reflection staring back at her was almost unrecognizable. Her honey-brown eyes, usually wide and expressive, shifting from golden to am

When I was a child, I looked into my father’s eyes finding terror where love usually abides. love between mother and her child, teaching unselfish caring for one more than self- sustaining endurance, through disobedience at times trying to fit into a mold, not meant for a child of heritage foretold

Penetration Internally united in one flawless motion, ecstasy in which I become enslaved to the idea that I need you. Manipulate my mind to the point that I can’t find myself, alone, only you are my home, so use me as a way to make me feel brave enough to sell out the rest of my dreams, to give you my future, suffocate my independent thinking so that I’d rather be responsible for your happiness I feel enraged, but I can’t escape the need to feel you internally, so I plead,