Alara
@paperthin
“For I have known them all already, known them all—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.”
I understand what she means, the need to get away sometimes. Often.
Reklam
I don’t tell her because secrets, when handled carefully, can be useful.
Appearance matters. Air kisses, as knives are simultaneously slid into backs. Twisted.
Appearance matters. Air kisses, as knives are simultaneously slid into backs. Twisted.
I feel through my shirt for the ridges across my ribs. The familiar pattern of scars hidden high. A language only I understand. A code, a map. Braille on my skin. Where I’ve been, what happened to me there.