March Contest

Fragile spine.

By March 14, 2019 No Comments

It happened one cold evening, shivers ran through the fragile spine my back carried. A hole emerged in my being, Bled and cried for days. an insatiable void opened, My travel-addicted parents absent as always, never noticed.
Stood nude before the mirror, and touched my flower, if it could still be called one, spiky feelings ran through me, like little pieces of glass trying to worm their way through my veins. Pain, fury: they came gushing whenever I beheld him nowadays. He visited today.
I succumbed to rage. Seven stabs did the justice, no one cared to give me.

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