"Don't you get it?" I wish he would've screamed at me instead. If he screamed at me, I would know that that's the worst he would do to me. But he didn't scream. His voice was dangerously low. His hoarse, gravelly murmurs warned me to not put a toe out of line. "The marks.....they're so big. I make them bigger every time." I chanced a glance at his forearm. Blotchy patches of mottled purple skin stared back. He raised his voice ever so slightly. "I wanted you to catch me. It's been two years and I-" His voice cracked. "I wanted you to confront me. To notice I was falling, and -- and catch me."
STAI LEGGENDO
Open To Interpretation
PoesiaThis is a collection of some of my old poems, short stories, and other writing that I created a few years ago, while I was going through a really rough patch in my life. I wanted to publish it back then, but this is the best that I can do for now. E...
