"mouth to mouth resuscitation."
warmth
on my lips.
warmth.
and air that seemed to have traveled
through your tainted lungs
and past my solied lips.
letmedie.
please,
let me die.
--
(merry christmas)
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.]
