touched ✓

xxx

i woke up to the smell of cheap liquor as he laid atop me.

i stayed still,

the fear creaping up my

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"who the fuck keeps texting you?"

he must've gotten pissed drunk again.

snuck into my room again.

at that,

my phone vibrated clenched in his soiled hands.

the

metal rings he wore

            glimmering

with the sunlight peaking through the closed blinds.

those blinds were always closed.

he'd feared that once i opened them,

someone would see.

someone would see

        and

i'd leave.

so the blinds stayed
closed

"you've been cheating again, haven't you?"

he asked before gripping my hair when i didn't answer.

the gaze turned into haze,

i felt the will to care, slipping.

what use is feeling if i'm half dead?