your keys hit the couch
the door swung closed.
i didn't know what i was doing until my arms were wrapped around you.
the softness of your shirt,
the feeling of your chest,
the
f r a n t i c
beat
of
your
h e a r t.
your embrace as you held me,
and let me calm.
it felt natural.
i wasn't prepared when your soft hands
came
u
p
to pry me away,
holding me at arms length
before letting go as if you weren't supposed to be there,
"the guest room is free."
your voice, apathetic.
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.]