Dear bully,
20 pounds.
I can see my ribs.
I can see my hip bones protruding from my skin
like jagged shards of glass.
Like angel wings.
YOU ARE READING
Dear bully
Roman pour AdolescentsKayla the victim. Jason the aggressor. Kayla can't say what she wants to say. But she can write it. So she writes And writes. And writes.
