my lips were
the taste of
m e t a l,
the scent of
blood
and
even then, i
still couldn't
f a t h o m
why you
t r i e d.
tell me why.
tell me why you
hit him when he'd hit me,
why you
fought him
even though he
hadn't touched you.
YOU ARE READING
touched ✓
Short Storystory #2 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse every night you held me. making me feel disgusting, because you were the s e c o n d to touch me. © 2014 flawed- (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) [Jan 16, 2015:: #2 in short story.]
