My abdomen mumbles from one side of my stomach as the other whispers back, the personal jurors.
I lay in my bed nausea cramping and coiled hoping that my body would conclude it's debate and give me a damn verdict so i can identify the pain and get it resolved:
In the case "Deteriorate or make space" Kiara vs. Nature.
It rings thru out my body for a concensus...My heart being the judge and my brain being the baliff.
All rise for the Honorable Aorta Vena Cava Porter.
Blood.
*Sigh: whew*
How do you plea?
Innocent ur honor...
*i cant adequately serve 25 to life right now.*
*whew, blood*
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