Before him

I danced with false golden gods in vacant places. I was intoxicated, yet alive with pain.

Chasing a drug. Chasing a love.

I kissed muddy souls who supposed me worthless. Confirming my self hatred. Authorising the doubt she taught me.

They took my body and filled it with emptiness. Disappointment overwhelmed at first, leaving my hollow second hand body each time.

I danced emotionless and alone in a hopeless place. The noise deafening my starving soul.

I was nine years and numb to it all. I died before him.