𝔳𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔢.𝔢𝔵𝔢

𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸, 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼

♡ 𝓜𝔂 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓐𝓷𝓷𝓪𝓕𝓪𝔂𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮 𝓿𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓸𝓻 𝓕𝓪𝔂𝓮!

♡ 𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓘 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻

♡ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓑𝓸𝔂𝓼 (1987)

𝓓𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓭

𝓓𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓷𝓮

𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓸

𝓟𝓪𝓾𝓵

𝓜𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓵

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𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵/𝓦𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝓦𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮

𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓼

- Smut

- BDSM, S&M, kinky shit, impact play

- Mental health, eating disorders, suicide themes, self harm themes

- Kidnapping

𝓦𝓸𝓷’𝓽𝓼

- Piss/scat

- Racism/Misogyny

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Daddy

Parents.

The words float around in my mouth then

As fear makes my stomach churn,

But my heart grows warm with excitement

You sit in my womb;

Safe

Happy

Fed

Warm

Things I don’t know if I’ll be able to give you

Once you come into this nasty world

A world full;

Fear

Violence

Poverty

Evil

But also a world full;

Color

Whimsey

Excitement

Adventure

Pictures played in my mind when I saw

The word

Pregnant

I saw you

Resting on his chest, sleeping soundly

Hands ghosting through your fine

Locks of hair

Fingers tracing your back

I saw you

Nestled in my arms, calm and serene

As I sang to you

Your favorite lullaby

The one that never failed

The put you to sleep

I saw you

Playing at the park, giggling as we pushed you

On the swings

And took turns going down the slide

With you

I saw so many things,

And felt so much fear

And when you slipped from my womb

It felt like the stars slipped from the sky

I didn’t get to meet you,

My one job was to protect you,

And as relief washed through me as I lost you

Guilt crushed me

Brought me to my knees,

Because how can I be so

Relieved

To lose something I love so much

If I could’ve held you in my womb forever

Just a tiny egg, not sentient or feeling

I would have

Because I know you’d be safe,

And I never would’ve lost you

What I wouldn’t give

To hear your little pitter patter of feet

Or wake to you crying,

Knowing a bottle

Or a lullaby

Would soothe you

What I wouldn’t sacrifice to feel you

Snuggled against my breast,

Tummy filling and cooing softly

As I knew I was giving you life

As you would’ve given me life

June 27th will come, and June 27th will go

And you will not be here,

Heaven wanted to keep you a bit longer

I’m so sorry my little Junebug

That my body became a grave

Before it could become a cradle

Mommy

Daddy

Parents

Something we almost were to you,