I smile while she slices my throat, she begs me to yell and scream. To just say one fucking word.
What she fails to see is my lips are sewn together with red wool thread. Impossibly entrangled in flesh and blood.
It's beginning to grow on me.
The fevers. The chills. When she throws things across the room and the shards of glass that fly away from her just as I wished I could.
Today I opened the door. I didn't mean to. I hadn't seen her in a few years. I hadn't remembered how deep her gaze pierced me. Once our eyes met, I couldn't close the door. I froze as she walked in.
My stomach dropped and I couldn't bring words past my lips. I followed her as a puppy would, from room to room.
Why now after all this time? Tiles surround me as I collapse into a corner stall. A shopping mall is not an ideal place to run into an isolating darkness. Tears streamed down my face as I travel back in time to when all that mattered was getting away from him.
Bunkbeds, open door, yellow wallpaper, one boy, one girl, tv loud.
