scar tissue by Angela Thomas i realized something when he finally called -- i could not go through this trial if he had not broken my heart. the leather, the binding, the stitches, they are stronger than mere flesh. he was cruel and unusual and made me into something, someone, stronger, thank god. but i will not let him undo these bandages and expose once more beneath them the raw and futile flesh. he gave me scar tissue in a deep place that still was soft. i needed him to make me ready for her. to tear me apart, give me something to rebuild. so i could mend. for her. 03/06/2010 Posted on 03/06/2010 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)