he asked how my day was.
I simply shrugged
and that's when
he saw that my lips were
s w o l l e n.
and he looked to you as you stood beside me.
then as he grabbed my wrist,
he glared
at
you,
"how could you kiss what's mine?"
he asked you
but you simply
stared at the way
he held
securely
onto me.
the way i
w i n c e d
at his claws,
digging into my already
soiled layers.
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.]
