"will it work on me?"
he asks.
"i don't know, can i try it?"
she replies.
"sure."
she steps closer,
he hesitates,
asking her a bunch of questions.
"trust me."
she whispers
and she takes another step closer,
he flinches and tenses up.
"it's okay."
she comforts him
she places her hand on his face,
his muscles relax.
and that's where they found it.
YOU ARE READING
ampersand
Poetrya collection of trash poetry from a girl who tries to treat people with kindness although many have been unkind to her
