Tayama

Reminders

The voice tells her, she'll never be good enough…

The voice always hardens its tone when she glances in the mirror, telling her who would ever love her…

The voice at times seems so familiar…

Fortunately, she’s tough…

Maybe even intuitive?

They call her and say they are ready for her…

How long this time was she away in her safe place?

The raised jagged scar on her arm always brings her back…

Why didn’t I wear long sleeves today?

The voice reminds her, because you’re not the brightest, are you sweetie?

Maybe not Mother, but I’m here and you’re not…

So, who killed who?



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