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17个春秋冬夏,加上女子监狱六年刑期,我耗干血泪,用三位亡母的骨灰,填充一个寒气逼人的皮囊——父亲老莫。1是坤儿,我第二个继母,她被悬在不着边际的暗夜,像乱网上挣扎的吊死鬼儿。一声啼哭,从她下身甩出个婴儿,挂在脐带上蹿跳,孩子膀胱长在头部,软塌塌兜一汪尿,形似球胆。黑血顺坤儿的双腿汩汩流淌,浸湿我鞋袜。坤儿斜睨我,微颤着嘴巴自语:来不及准备,这就去死吗?话音刚落,她果然咽气,染血的枕头膨胀开来,掩上夜幕。噩梦过去,血腥画面还在我眼前闪回,坤儿,曾使我又爱又恨的小晚娘,几个月前被我杀害了呀!
17 spring and summer, plus six years in prison for women prison, I consumed dry blood and tears, with three ashes of the dead mother, fill a pressing cold skin - father Mo. 1 is kwan child, my second stepmother, she was suspended in the noon of the night, like chaos online chaos hanged. Crying, throwing a baby from her lower body, hanging on the umbilical cord jumping, the child’s bladder grows in the head, soft collapse pocket a wave of urine, shaped like a bladder. Black blood cis-Kun’s legs wandering, wet my shoes and socks. Kun child inclined to me, a little trembling mouth to speak: too late to prepare, and this to die? Voice just faded, she really breath, bloody pillow inflated to cover up the night. Nightmare in the past, the bloody screen still flash back in front of me, Kun children, once made me love and hate the little late mother, I was killed a few months ago!