3.45

19 1 0
                                    

I wanted to take a bath
I wanted to rub your smell off
I wanted to redo everything.

at 3.45 when the birds yawn
and get
ready to introduce us
to the next morning but
I am sitting.
curled up on my bed,
the memories flashing
before my eyes
I ask myself the
question the girl
before me and before her
asked,
"why me"
the pain of knowing
what happened
ruins every part of me,
both dead and living.

Her Story:The BushWhere stories live. Discover now