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Water is crushing me
I am covered in blood
Grayson is blurry
Where are my babies?
My son
My daughter
Our son
Our daughter
They have their daddy's eyes
And my hair
So beautiful
They're so beautiful
I can't hear anything
Can't see anything
Except for their small hands
And the way their mouths crinkle in delight
Grayson's mouth is moving and someone is shoving him away
Why is he going away?
Why can't I hear him?
Why can't I see?
Why can't I hold my children?
The twins
So beautiful
They're so beautiful
YOU ARE READING
S U I T S (#2)
Short StoryLife consisted of men and lace Then Grayson took Ophelia home Life began to consist of wealth and S U I T S *Sequel to L A C E* ®All Rights Reserved to ARM179 Best Ranking: #152 in Short Story 19/1/16
