Glass (Crank 2)
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Hopefully,
one day I’ll be worthy of his
love. Anyone’s love. Trey’s.
Our baby’s. Hunter’s. Mom’s.
Hopefully,
she can forgive me for
betraying her trust. She knows
about everything. She saw the bank
photo too. Turned me in.
Hopefully,
my dance with the monster hasn’t
caused irreparable harm to me,
or to my just-forming baby.
Hopefully,
it will be a girl, a beautiful
perfect daughter, with hair
like Trey’s, eyes like mine.
Hopefully,
I will love every hour of being
her mother, even late-night
feedings, diaper changings,
the whole experience.
Hopefully,
most hopefully of all, by
the time I get out of here,
the monster will be nothing
more than a distant memory.
An unforgettable nightmare.
Yeah, Yeah
I realize that’s an awful