It was around the time Father
Threw us away
that Mei started to teach me Japanese
She said it was because then,
we'd have our own secret language
to whisper in, to hide behind
like we stood behind a mirror
only we could see out of
secluded and safe and happy
It's hard to write
my fingers still protest
when I try to practice hiragana
on the margins of my notebook
but talking is easy
and Mei and I
feel like we've become closer
I still don't tell her anything
I'm still unsure
Instead I let her talk to me
and tell me about her room
her books, her cat, her mother's food
and I let myself dream
of being in her place
of having the freedom to play
to write, to draw, to sing
without feeling guilty
so so guilty
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Savor The Moonlight - Book 1 | ✔
Nouvelles[completed] Harmony is empty. She doesn't speak out, nor does she do anything that could possibly spark her father and step mother's rage. Besides, isn't it better to stay quiet than to deal with the fall-out caused by expressing h...
