Do you know who your daughter is?
Do you who your little sister is?
Do you know what she’s done?
What’s she’s created, where she’s gone? The hell she’s survived or things that’ve corrupted her? The sharp pain that’s simply abducted her. The poison she drinks and venom she inhales? The satisfaction of her eyes fluttering and her heart shutting down is better than the thought of falling to the ground. You need her. You want her. You trick her because you’re weak. Slithering your way, just to get a bite to eat. You slippery creature, you. You’re infectious. You’ve molested my life. Not once, not twice, but every time. -JulianneDuguay