‘CHoice

‘CHOICE’

Oil on Clayboard

Work by Laura Pomarius

The Story

He touched me.

I was just a corpse.

He ruined my body for me.

But not my breast.

It’s still mine; I get to choose who touches it.

I guess that’s what I thought about the rest before.

I hope I’ll get to choose.

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