To: Sara Mahrs
I am sorry for the bruises,
for the harsh words
formed by malicious thoughts
and carried out by a traitorous mouth.
I am sorry for the cuts, scrapes, and bruises.
I am sorry I don't show you that I love you enough.
I love you more than Whiskey.
I really do.
- Jermiah Jacobs
YOU ARE READING
Whiskey & Bruised
Short StoryThe story of a man who loves a girl but that doesn't stop him from hitting her or her from loving him. a-novel-told-in-verse