คือกำลังอ่าน Slammed ของ Colleen Hoover แล้วไม่เข้าใจ ตอนแรกไม่รู้ว่าจะมาเป็นแบบ Poetry T^T
เธอใช้นิ้วเคาะไมค์เป็นเสียง
Bom Bom Bom Bom Bom Bom
Do you hear that?
(Her voice lingering on the word hear.)
That’s the sound of my heart beating.
(She taps the microphone again.)
Bom Bom Bom Bom Bom Bom
Do you hear that? That’s the sound of your heart beating.
(She begins to speak faster, much louder than before.)
It was the first day of October. I was wearing my bluesweater, you know the one I bought at Dillard’s ?
The one with a double-knitted hem and holes in the ends of the sleeves that I could poke my thumbs through when it was cold but I didn’t feel like wearing gloves ? It was the same sweater you said made my eyes look like reflections of the stars on the ocean .
You promised to love me forever that night . . . and boy did you ever.
It was the first day of December this time. I was wearing my blue sweater, you know the one I bought at Dillard’s ?
The one with a double-knitted hem and holes in the ends of the sleeves that I could poke my thumbs through when it was cold but I didn’t feel like wearing gloves ? It was the same sweater you said made my eyes look like reflections of the stars on the ocean .
I told you I was three weeks late .
You said it was fate .
You promised to love me forever that night . . . and boy did you ever !
It was the first day of May. I was wearing my bluesweater, although this time the double-stitched hem was worn and the strength of each thread tested as they were pulled tight against my growing belly . You know the one. The same one I bought at Dillard’s ?
The one with holes in the ends of the sleeves that I could poke my thumbs through when it was cold but I didn’t feel like wearing gloves ? It was the same sweater you said made my eyes look like reflections of the stars on the ocean .
The SAME sweater you RIPPED off of my body as you shoved me to the floor, calling me a whore , telling me you didn’t love me anymore.
Bom Bom Bom Bom Bom Bom
Do you hear that? That’s the sound of my heart beating.
Bom Bom Bom Bom Bom Bom
Do you hear that? That’s the sound of your heart beating.
(There is a long silence as she clasps her hands to her stomach, tears streaming down her face.)
Do you hear that? Of course you don’t. That’s the silence of my womb. Because you RIPPED OFF MY SWEATER!
งงมากมันคืออะไรรรรร T^T
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เธอใช้นิ้วเคาะไมค์เป็นเสียง
Bom Bom Bom Bom Bom Bom
Do you hear that?
(Her voice lingering on the word hear.)
That’s the sound of my heart beating.
(She taps the microphone again.)
Bom Bom Bom Bom Bom Bom
Do you hear that? That’s the sound of your heart beating.
(She begins to speak faster, much louder than before.)
It was the first day of October. I was wearing my bluesweater, you know the one I bought at Dillard’s ?
The one with a double-knitted hem and holes in the ends of the sleeves that I could poke my thumbs through when it was cold but I didn’t feel like wearing gloves ? It was the same sweater you said made my eyes look like reflections of the stars on the ocean .
You promised to love me forever that night . . . and boy did you ever.
It was the first day of December this time. I was wearing my blue sweater, you know the one I bought at Dillard’s ?
The one with a double-knitted hem and holes in the ends of the sleeves that I could poke my thumbs through when it was cold but I didn’t feel like wearing gloves ? It was the same sweater you said made my eyes look like reflections of the stars on the ocean .
I told you I was three weeks late .
You said it was fate .
You promised to love me forever that night . . . and boy did you ever !
It was the first day of May. I was wearing my bluesweater, although this time the double-stitched hem was worn and the strength of each thread tested as they were pulled tight against my growing belly . You know the one. The same one I bought at Dillard’s ?
The one with holes in the ends of the sleeves that I could poke my thumbs through when it was cold but I didn’t feel like wearing gloves ? It was the same sweater you said made my eyes look like reflections of the stars on the ocean .
The SAME sweater you RIPPED off of my body as you shoved me to the floor, calling me a whore , telling me you didn’t love me anymore.
Bom Bom Bom Bom Bom Bom
Do you hear that? That’s the sound of my heart beating.
Bom Bom Bom Bom Bom Bom
Do you hear that? That’s the sound of your heart beating.
(There is a long silence as she clasps her hands to her stomach, tears streaming down her face.)
Do you hear that? Of course you don’t. That’s the silence of my womb. Because you RIPPED OFF MY SWEATER!
งงมากมันคืออะไรรรรร T^T