12. Cleocatra
12
Cleocatra
I will never forgive her for this.
Gloves, probes, a thermometer in places I’d rather not say.
Like the last time I was here, I will never recover from this. There are dogs here.
Disgusting .
I’m going to hide under the bed and refuse to eat.
I will ignore Dad.
I will claw at the rug until it’s in tatters.
The curtains she just made will be destroyed.
I’ll never play with her again. Dad, too.
And then I will take a nap because my throat is sore from alerting them of my impending death.
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