The Black Napkin Volume 1 Issue 7 | Page 16

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I am looking down

on a waterfall

and beginning to feel

far away.

Everything starts to drip. Slowly,

I understand it is my fault.

4

You leave me alone.

You leave me alone

with these thoughts.

He touches me

and I feel

thirsty.

He touches me

and I pretend

water is what I want.

5

My stomach cramps

every moment

my sister's swells.

Why pass down

a curse?

Why allow a child

the chance

to disappoint

to flee

to see something

as beautiful as the ocean

turn ugly?