a broken glass bottle; smeared with my blood spilt when it crashed down on my backblack &blue--conveniently hidden under my garmentsshrieks of pain--in memoryrun my fingers across my body; tears flow down--i can still hear him screaming"it's my fault""it's my fault""it's my fault"
01/05/2004
Posted on 01/06/2004Copyright © 2024 Jessica Yen
this is incredibly powerful. i can feel the frantic nature caused by pain, i can hear the shrieking "it's my fault," you pulled me through the whole way. powerful stuff you have here, and you've done a wonderful job of expressing it.
