Experimentation in style. Part 13: I stare at my hand. I stare at my hand, open and close it. I almost wish the numbers were not there. I almost wish they did not mean anything. But they do. They mean the world. They mean the world outside of this ugly, h
Fiction: General - Rated: T - English - Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 13 - Words: 9,051 - Reviews: 13 - Updated: 11-5-09 - Published: 6-8-09
She doesn't hurt me physically. It's just with her words, jutting out like her rib cage. Stabbing like the way she cuts fruit. Tearing like her teeth against bread. Sharp like her razor against her legs.