dear peter,
the guy who
nearly took
my virginity away.
you kept saying
you were drunk
but were you really?
you were stone cold sober
i knew.
but i was too afraid to
stop you.
good thing zach barged in.
and now you call me a
slut
am i really?
i hope you’re happy now.
love,
iris
YOU ARE READING
twenty six letters
Short Story[completed] ❝your words are the blades that slit my wrists❞ story in which a dead girl sends 26 letters to the people who hurt her before. [spiritual #58 / short story #218]
