30 injections.
You were fading in and out of consciousness. Those bastards were hurting you with their syringes.
I hated them. I wish they'd hurt me instead.
I wanted you safe. Safe and happy.
Safe and happy and away from this place.
My heart closeted by my ribs –
was aching to set you free.
To let you out of this hell hole.
YOU ARE READING
10 Days (bxb)
Short Story(reading time: 5 mins) ❝ The chemicals consumed me. And then I fell in love with you, unexpectedly ❞ PPS: I wrote this when I was metaphorically high and drunk. Or maybe not so metaphorically after all.
