PART TWO
SICKNESS
You cannot mistake
the tears of pain to be fake
You cannot believe I am well,
nor can you perceive that for my health
I'm trapped inside my body
The rattle of bones in a bag
Banging desperately
Begging with fury
To finally, finally be allowed
out of my coffin
Into the night
The stars as my witness
To shed their light
And grace me with their forgiveness
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Teen FictionCeline Monet has lived alone with her mother ever since she was five, when her parents got a divorce and only one won custody over her. But finally, eight years later, her father wins shared custody. After moving across the country and settling...
