Niko-May 8
I want to see you
Folding laundry, bowling, dancing,
Or petting the dog.
You longed for freedom
And celebrated your upcoming 18th birthday
Like there was no tomorrow.
I untied my apron strings,
Tired of your manipulations,
And longing for your love.
Everything is catty-wampus
Now that you are gone.
Painful memories, past and present,
Rear their head
Like a voracious dragon
I slash them with a magic sword
And say, holy, holy.
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