"Who broke your heart so bad, to make you feel this way?", he asked. I laughed, "No one broke my heart, they couldn't have it in the first place". "And why is that?", he asked moving closer. "They'd have to cut open my chest and bang it with a hammer pretty hard, if they wanted to break my heart", I said, standing up...
This is written as spoken word poetry that will, ironically, forever remain unspoken. © Copyright 2017 by Lily White. All rights reserved.
"this is your kind of story. no one is the good guy-- no one is the bad guy-- the blame shifts from monster to monster and in this place everyone bares their teeth." [featured. highest ranking: #6 in poetry.]
Judge me, I don't care. In which 10 different people share their stories of shaming. Dedicated to: everybody who has every been judged. You are beautiful. July 2017 Edited: February-March 2018 Short Story
