he didn't let up
until nearly
t h r e e
in
the
morning.
and even through his
ravenous punches
and the
v i r b r a t o
of his laugh
as he took his anger out,
all I felt was
n u m b.
i wanted to be near you
and you could
d e c i e v e
me by
telling me that
everything's okay.
but it hadn't been okay,
it hadn't been okay
in a while.
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.]
