Ribcage

xvii

Cade.

This morning, you made me wonder about something.

How can the sparkle of my eyes and the darkness of my hair mix up into a colour of pure horrid?

How can the perfect hues of the profound ocean and the still night sky create endless trains of patches on your skin made by cruelty and torture; from the bags below your eyes, down to your slender neck to your stick arms?

It's everywhere.

And it's terrifying.

What happened to you?

                                              - Lindie