i
c r i e d
in your arms today.
i don't know why.
maybe it was to
f e e l
something
other than his
murderous hold on my
h i p b o n e s.
hear something
other than his
t o r t u r o u s
laugh that sounded
like my death wish.
YOU ARE READING
touched ✓
Short Storystory #2 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse every night you held me. making me feel disgusting, because you were the s e c o n d to touch me. © 2014 flawed- (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) [Jan 16, 2015:: #2 in short story.]
