"where are you?" you asked again, the urgency in your voice evident.
"the park."
i went there in hopes
to see you.
in hopes for you to
h o l d me
for you to lie and say its
o k a y.
"don't move, i'll be there in five."
YOU ARE READING
touched ✓
Short Storystory #2 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse every night you held me. making me feel disgusting, because you were the s e c o n d to touch me. © 2014 flawed- (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) [Jan 16, 2015:: #2 in short story.]
