it happened in an instant.
i'd grabbed my medication, walking out to wait for you in the thick fog.
the fog reminding me of smoke;
my fingers numb as an early effect of panic.
my palms shaking as i fought the weak feeling that was slowly overcoming me
and then i smelt cigarette smoke.
"thought you could just leave me?"
i'd felt him grab my wrist,
his claws digging into my soiled layers as i'd finally tried to fight back.
giveup
give up give up give up
g i v e. u p.
keep fighting.
he was intoxicated.
he covered my mouth
until i felt dizzy,
as i
lost consciousness,
the drugs he put in my system felt
f o r e i g n.
i dropped the bottle as i went limp.
you weren't there to save me.
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.]
