dear riley,
we were both
outcasts.
but you still gave me
that stink eye.
what made me different?
i hope
we’d be friends.
but you
loathed me.
why?
i hope you’re happy.
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]
