"get inside! are you crazy? what the hell is wrong with you?"
harry hauls me up off the road
drags me
with his fingers
tight around my wrist.
if he tugs so hard all the way to wherever we are going,
i will wear purple bracelets
of bruises by nightfall.
"don't take me back," i cry
like a child running from the sky.
"i'm not going to,"
he says, and he swings open his front door
pulling me inside
reeling me away
behind walls
that are
closing
in.
i don't want to go home.
but i don't want to be here.
i don't want to be with him
but i don't want to be alone.
"your parents. i can't..."
there is no way i can speak to somebody today.
and yet i don't even think they are home
to hear me cry.
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