thirteen
she no longer cried at two in the morning
but sat in the middle of the room
with her knees to her chest
and her hair knotted
as she rocked back and forth
with her hands over her ears
as if that were going to stop the voices
in her head
from screaming any louder.
YOU ARE READING
Memories of Aspen
Short Story"Because memories of Aspen were all I had left." *Spin-off to Forgetting Roman*
